Page 123 of Mafia Don's Secret Twins

I passed this test.

That task done, I head back to my barracks room. I knock on Johnny’s door, and when he comes into my room, I sit him down on the bed.

“I need you to leave,” I growl.

Johnny glares at me. “Oh. You do? Is that what you need, Dino? Fuck?—”

“Shut the fuck up,” I snap. “One of Marco’s guys that I used to work with, an enforcer, is down in the fucking dungeon. I beat the shit out of him and pretended he was Irish. You’re going to get him the fuck out of here.”

Johnny’s eyes widen. “Who?”

“Luca. Don’t remember his last name.”

“Didn’t he recently get married? Couple of years back?”

I nod.

“Fuck, man. Marco must have sent him down here…”

“How Marco pulled that off when he was fucking hiding in Ireland I’ll never fucking know,” I grunt. “But we gotta get him out of here.”

Johnny surveys me. “What about your girl?”

“Let me worry about Marisol.”

“Dino…”

“Look,” I say. “You’ve been great. You really have. I fucking needed you here. But I’m going to get Marisol out of here, and I don’t need help. What I do need,” I say in a firm voice that’s definitely not gentle, but it’s not fuckin’ mean, “is for you to get out of here, and to get Luca the hell out of here and back to Elio and Marco.”

Johnny blinks.

Good. He’s paying attention. “We gotta get two of our fuckin’ people out of here, man. You get Luca back home. I’ll get Marisol. You understand?”

“I… yeah,” Johnny says.

I grin. “Good. Now this is how we’re gonna get him the fuck out of here.”

It’s not a good plan.

I ain’t no fuckin’ planner, that’s for sure.

But it’s gonna fuckin’ work.

We creep down into the barracks dungeon. God, I would hate to be a poor soul trapped in here. The water is ankle-deep now, and the rocks around us are making noises.

That isn’t fucking good.

Rocks should not make noises.

“Hey, I didn’t pass science past the seventh grade,” Johnny whispers as we hear something particularly fucking shady, “but should that wall that looks like it’s made out of solid fucking rock be making that sound?”

“Absolutely fucking not,” I murmur.

The guards are easy to dodge, because none of them are fucking down here.

I have no clue where they are, but I’m hoping that it’s just a stroke of luck and not some kind of disaster waiting to happen.

Better not count on that, fucking idiot.

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