Page 108 of Mafia Don's Secret Twins

“What’s it?”

“You’re just going to dismiss me after…”

I don’t get to finish the sentence, because before I do, Dino’s arms are wrapping around me and he pulls me close to his chest.

“Marisol. I’m not dismissing you. I’m not sending you away. There’s a fuckin’ countdown clock in my head right now and we’ve been out here too damn long.”

I sigh and lean into his body. He’s so warm, and it feels sogood. The chill from the rain is finally getting to me, and I don’t want to be cold anymore.

I want to have him around to keep me warm.

“If I had all the time in the world, I’d fuckin’ spend it with you,” he rasps.

My heart melts, just a little bit, and I wrap my hands around him too.

Dino’s chest feels red hot under my hands, like he’s run a marathon instead of sitting on a bench for a while. I gently rake my nails over his back muscles, and he groans.

“Don’t fuckin’ do that, Marisol. We don’t have the fuckin’ time.”

I know he’s right, but I can’t help that it feels a little bit like rejection.

Or, I guess, the longing for us to have more time.

“I know. I should get back,” I murmur. I pull back from where my arms are tucked around him, and the loss is almost palpable.

I don’t want to leave him.

The realization is somewhat shocking.

Dino bends down, tipping my lips up to his with one finger. He kisses me, and I wait for it to become heated.

It never does.

“I’m going to get you out of here, Marisol,” he whispers when he ends the kiss.

I blink up at him.

His green eyes are serious. “I mean it. I want to get to know you. But I don’t want to do it here. We need time. I need time to fuckin’ make you mine, and time for you to choose me.”

I laugh softly. “You think I will?”

“I know you will, Marisol. Because you’re fuckin’ mine.”

I laugh again. “You’re something else, Dino.”

“I ain’t nothin’ but yours, Marisol,” he says softly.

The words send a chill down my spine.

“I should go,” I murmur again. One of these times I’m going to say it and it’s going to be true.

The rain intensifies. I could stay out here forever, rain and all. I don’t want to go back in there, to my father.

To Andrei.

“When can I see you again?” I ask Dino.

“Swimming.”

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