Page 100 of Mafia Don's Secret Twins

I blink up at him.

“It’s my favorite color. Red.”

“I’m sorry, I’m not following.”

Sighing, he takes his hands off of me.

I shiver.

“You said we didn’t know anything about each other.That we didn’t have any connection. Well I’m fuckin’ connectin’,” he says, throwing his hands up in the air.

Aww.

“So you want to tell me your favorite color?” I smile.

“If that makes you feel connected to me then fuck yeah,” Dino grumbles.

I can’t help it. The smile that twitches across my lips is genuine. “I like purple.”

“That makes sense to me,” Dino grunts.

“Okay. Favorite movie?”

“Don’t watch movies,” Dino shakes his head.

I deflate a little.

“I don’t watch movies because I ain’t got much time, but when I was a kid, uh…” he scratches the back of his head.

The movement makes his biceps pop, and my eyes follow the motion.

“I really liked the uh… the movie with the dogs.”

I frown. “Movie with the dogs?”

“Yeah, you know. The fuckin’ cartoon. There’s a whole bunch of dogs and a mean lady tries to make goddamn coats out of ‘em…”

“One hundred and one dalmatians?” I smile at him.

“Yeah. That’s the one.”

I can’t stop myself.

I laugh.

Dino looks away. “Look, it’s a stupid movie, that’s why I don’t watch movies–”

“Dino. I’m not laughing at you. I think it’s adorable that you like that movie.”

He looks down at me, his forest green eyes serious. “Adorable?”

“Yes. I can just picture little Dino, begging to watch it again,” I smile.

He looks away. “Well, if I did, I don’t think anyone would listen.”

Oh.

I gently put my hand on his shoulder. “Because of the whole… dad thing?”

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