Page 143 of Mafia Don's Secret Twins

I try not to think about that.

Fifteen minutes and forty seconds later, I meet Dino, and we head back to the little tent.

Inside, I collapse onto the bed. “Dios. That’s magical,” I sigh.

It feels so good to be clean.

I prop myself up on my elbows, blinking at Dino, who is glowering in the corner.

The clothing they provided for us is basically a prison uniform. Tan pants, tan shirt, somewhere between scrubs and a canvas sack.

But Dino makes it look… sexy.

“There’s room for two,” I say, patting on the bed next to me.

Dino eyes the wooden supports, made from wooden crates, suspiciously.

I stand. “Or, we could just put it on the floor.”

Silently, Dino moves the bed off of the crates, the flimsy cot-like mattress so thin, I can feel the floor through it.

I wrinkle my nose. “I’m not sure that’s better…”

Dino plops down next to me and pulls me close.

It’s better.

I inhale deeply, my nose in his chest. He smells good. Clean, like the sanitizing soap, but also…

Like Dino.

I huff again, trying to get closer, wiggling my hips against his.

Dino rumbles. “Marisol…”

“Yes?”

“Stop.”

I freeze. “Why?”

He takes a minute to respond. “Because you… this isn’t the time.”

“For what?”

I know I’m playing innocent, even though I understand what he’s saying now. I can’t help it, though.

After all that?

I want a reminder that I’m alive. That I made it out of the mud.

And that I’m heading home, to my girls.

I wiggle closer again, my lips just brushing his chest.

“Marisol,” he grunts. His fingers pull my chin up, until I’m meeting his eyes. “Stop.”

“No,” I whisper, defiant.

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