Page 132 of Mafia Don's Secret Twins

His eyes narrow at me. “You,” he hisses.

I heft the rock again, and I come after him with a ferocity that I never have had before.

The fight doesn’t last long. He’s down quickly, and when I smash the rock into his face, the assorted blood and gore assures me that he’s dead.

I stand up.

Marisol is staring at the body.

Quickly, I move in front of it. “Marisol, don’t look.”

“No,” she murmurs.

She moves forward, pushing me to the side, and grabs the knife off of his belt. To my surprise, she takes it, raises it over her head…

And stabs the body.

Straight through his heart.

I blink.

Slowly, Marisol stands. Her eyes are practically glowing in the dark, and her chest is heaving.

“Dino,” she pants.

“Yes?”

“Get me fucking back to my children.”

26

MARISOL

My mind refusesto acknowledge what just happened.

One minute I was standing on the porch, trying to figure out what on earth was happening after I listened to what sounded like a major battle happening from my room. I walked outside to see Dino, taunting my father’s guards and the Russian, and starting a riot.

Or what looked like a riot, anyway.

Then, the ground under my feet rumbled. The house seemed to shake. And when I turned, I saw a wall of earth coming straight for me.

I waited for it to hit me. I did.

But the only thing I felt was my father’s hands on my waist, shoving me to the side, under the roof of the house that was just out of reach of the wall of mud.

I watched the mud sweep my house, and Dino, and the full courtyard of men, down the hillside, taking chunks of the jungle with it.

For a second, I had an outrageous thought, because the forest in front of me was basically clear cut.

If it was a clear night, you could see the stars.

But it isn’t a clear night.

The stars aren’t out.

And I just watched the mountain swallow nearly a dozen men.

Including my own father, who might have just saved me…

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