Page 6 of Wanted Twins with the Mafia Boss

My heart doesn’t want it to be true.

Maybe she’s just unconscious. But why did Matteo put a bomb on her? I can see the wires tangled in her clothes. Does he think she’ll wake up and trigger the bomb? And I’ll watch her blow to pieces?

I take a step toward her without thinking, but Rocco catches my arm.

“You can’t,” he says.

“Is she breathing?” I hate how scared my voice sounds.

“I don’t know. We’re too far away.”

“Then someone should go closer.”

“Not until the right team shows up. We’re dealing with a bomb,” Rocco says, as if I don’t know all that already.

But it’s hard to think because it feels like wading through quicksand. My heart pounds like crazy in my chest.

“Is that another camera?” I ask as I spot the light catching on something glass-like.

“Probably,” Rocco says. “I’ll have another team search the area.”

Matteo. That psychotic son of a bitch.

What the fuck is wrong with him? Has he finally gone off the rails and he’s just doing... whatever the fuck this is. I don’t even know. Does he want something or not?

The team that’s supposed to defuse the bomb shows up after what feels like an eternity.

“Can you see her face?” I ask.

“Let’s not distract them. One wrong move, and the thing could go off.”

I stare at Rocco because I don’t understand how he can be so calm. I guess I was like this once, but now it’s so damn annoying.

“It’s a wig,” someone yells.

“What?” I squint.

“The woman is wearinga wig.”

“It’s not her,” I breathe. “It’s not her!”

I almost pull Rocco into a hug, but there’s no time to celebrate. If the woman isn’t Chiara, then where is she?

Where the fuck is my wife and why is Matteo playing games with me? He already knows I care about her, so what does he want? How can he be so cruel? I’ve never done anything to him. Not on purpose anyway. I went to juvie for him.

And this is what he does to me?

What the fuck?

Once the bomb is dealt with and taken away, my men move the body.

Definitely dead, and probably not for a short time either. Matteo must’ve used something to slow down the decomposition.

“Find out who this is,” I say to Rocco.

“I think I know. She looks like that doctor. Her name is Laura or something.”

“Right.” Her face is all disfigured, but it could be her now that the wig is gone.

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