Page 11 of Mafia Don's Secret Twins

I held my fucking guts in my hands.

“Thanks for the scars, doc,” I snarl. I look at Marisol then back at him. “Do the same hack job on her and I’ll put a fucking bullet between your eyes.”

“Dino!” Caterina cries. She spins and turns to Doctor Cutrali, who looks completely unruffled. “I’m so sorry, he’s just…”

“I know what he is,” the doctor waves her off. “I have been treating mafiosos for years, no? All of you bark, some of you bite, but when you’re lying on my table, you all beg.”

“Not one fucking scar,” I snap at him.

He raises one of his bushy white eyebrows. “Maybe you should threaten me less so my hands do not shake as I examine the young lady, yes?”

The thought of himputting his hands on her…

“That is enough, Bernadino,” Elio says sharply.

Fuck him. He doesn’t get to use my fucking name like that. “I fucking mean it,” I growl.

“If you threaten my doctor again, Dino, I won’t let him stitch you up after what I do to you.”

Elio and I glare at each other. I size him up, taking in the stance of his shoulders and the tension in his jaw.

He’s gotten a little soft. I know he knows how to fight, but with the babies…

“Dino, I literally will use this stun gun on you without a single heartbeat of hesitation,” I hear Gia call from the doorway behind me.

Fuck.

If it’s Gia, it’s serious.

Slowly, I turn. Sure enough, she has a Taser pointed right at me.

I glare at her, and she smiles. “I’ll do it and you know I will,” she says cheerfully.

Sal, holding their baby, gives me a nod. “Leave the room, brother.”

Fuck.

If your baby brother is telling you to fuck off, it might be time to fuck off.

I storm out, pushing past Gia gently, and avoiding Sal and the baby entirely. I walk down the hall to my bedroom, which isn’t so much my space as it is somewhere for me to sleep sometimes.

Once inside, I slam the door and sit down on my bed.

Only then do I put my head in my hands and grit my teethagainst the shame that’s swirling through me in a torrent of emotion.

How the fuck did I even get here?

Marisol is… well.

She’s a dream.

One that I’ve had every night for the past five years. One that I’ve fantasized about, especially after I found out about the twins. The day that I discovered her, and my kids?

Fuck.

I need to take a shower. I’m fucking… I just need to.

Heading in to the attached bathroom, I strip and turn the water on ice cold. I get in, hoping the shockingly icy water will keep me from thinking about her but….

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