Page 118 of Mafia Don's Secret Twins

I do a quick assessment.

The man’s hands are bound, and there’s a gag in his mouth. He looks skinny as fuck, and I know that he probably is weak too.

There’s no way he’s going to hurt me.

I stride forward, my hands going to the gag. I rip it off and get down in his face. “Who the fuck are you?” I snarl.

The man blinks, looking up at me. “Luca,” he breathes.

I lean back on my heels.

Holy fuck.

I do know this man.

He works at our shipping business. For my brother. He’s an enforcer, and a goddamn good one at that. Got married a couple of years back.

I was at his fucking wedding.

“Luca?” I say, my mind racing. “How…”

“I was helping Marco,” he breathes. “Keep tabs, so Ben… he didn’t hurt the girls.”

The words are like a slap in the face. Fuck me.

If he was helping Marco monitor Benicio, to make sure that Souza didn’t do anything to hurt my kids, he was helpingme.

Which means Luca had to leave his pretty wife…

For me.

“Fuck,” I mutter.

Luca heaves a breath. “I know… what you need to do…” he rasps. He shuts his eyes and collapses, turning into a puddle on the floor.

“Just make it quick. And tell her… tell her I love her,” he whispers.

I shut my eyes.

Fucking hell.

I’m not good at this part. The strategy stuff isn’t for me. It’s for Marco and Sal, who are fucking smart and shit.

I’m just Dino. The bruiser. The fuckin’ muscle to send in when you don’t want to solve the fuckin’ problem.

This isn’t something that I know how to handle.

I need time.

“Listen. I’m not going to kill you. But I’m… I don’t know if I can get you out of here,” I say honestly.

Luca nods. “I know.”

“Fucking hell. And I… man. I don’t know what else to say except this is gonna hurt,” I whisper.

Luca looks up at me. “Do it.”

Fuck.

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