Page 3 of Wanted Twins with the Mafia Boss

Everyone abandons you eventually. Just deal with it.

But I don’t want to deal with it. I want her back. As I drop to my knees, ignoring the pain, Chiara’s name slips past my lips.

She has changed me and my life in so many ways, and I can’t imagine going on without her. What if she really doesn’t feel the same? What if she was lying until she could pull off her plan and disappear? Maybe her only goal is that I never find her, and she’s already on her way to the airport or the train station.

“We’ll find her,” Rocco says, reaching out for me as if he’s not sure what to do.

He’s never seen me like this.

I can barely recognize myself, but I can’t help it. An invisible weight is crushing my shoulders, and I don’t know how I’ll breathe freely again until she’s in front of me, safe and sound.

If she didn’t want me in her house or around her anymore, she should’ve just told me. I would’ve found another place to stay. I could’ve removed myself from her life while still having my men keep her safe. Was she really so afraid of me that she didn’t tell meanything? Was I so blind and so smitten with her that I didn’t recognize how she really felt about me?

I don’t know what to think anymore. What if someone made her walk out of the house? What if there’s something else I don’t know about? My mind is reeling, and I’m not used to feeling this helpless.

I support myself against the wall as I push myself to my feet. If my men don’t find her in an hour or two, I’ll go out there myself to look for her. Consequences and risks be damned.

CHAPTER 2

Matteo

I grin as I watch Adriano’s anguish on the screen. It’s one of the best and most entertaining things I’ve seen in my life.

He needs to suffer.

I’ve left a few small cameras all around his house. It’s hilarious how easily I’ve gotten past his guards, but they were easy to distract. And without all the security measures, the whole house is vulnerable to someone like me.

The batteries in the cameras will probably run out quickly and my men have to be close to the house to catch the signal from them, but I’ve already seen enough.

I don’t think Adriano knows Chiara is pregnant, andthat’s interesting. He’s only been calling her name, and I haven’t heard him mention the babies.

Twins.

I press my lips into a tight line.

The whole thing just has Adriano’s ridiculous luck written all over it. First, he ended up in the right place at the right time to meet my father. Then he wormed his way into my family. Not even getting caught and ending up in juvie changed anything. Somehow, he again did the right thing, just like magic.

And he somehow found Chiara. A seemingly ordinary woman, but she’s carrying his twins. With his crazy luck, they’re probably boys. Heirs. My father would be thrilled if he knew. I had to torture and kill the doctor who knew the truth to find out that particular piece of info.

But it doesn’t look like Chiara told him. I wonder why. She’s probably smarter than everyone thinks and she’s wary of him. I could use that.

If Adriano knew, he’d be freaking out even more, and he wouldn’t have left the house so unprotected in the first place. I don’t know whose idea it was to hide in Chiara’s house, but it was easy to figure out. A few guards can’t stop someone like me, but I bet they didn’t expect me to show up in person and alone.

I could’ve killed them all. It would’ve been riskybecause someone would’ve heard the shots, but I could’ve tried. But this is way more fun.

I don’t want Adriano dead just yet. It would be too easy. He’s ruined my life, and he needs to pay for it. My father thinks Adriano is his perfect son, but I’ll show him he’s wrong about that. I’m his one and only son.

Adriano is a fraud. He’s an imposter.

Movement on one of the cameras catches my gaze. Adriano’s men have entered the room. Adriano lifts his desperate gaze at them from the sofa where he’s sitting.

“Nothing,” one of the men says. “Her parents are acting normal. I don’t think they know anything. Do you want me to tell them?”

“No,” Adriano says as he gets to his feet. “What is that?”

“What?”

“That.” Adriano points at one of the cameras.

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