Page 155 of Mafia Don's Secret Twins

My Marisol.

My woman.

My queen.

And for her, and the girls, I can only think of how good they’d look in a crown.

I turn back to Nico. “Palaces, huh?”

He nods.

I sit back in the chair. “Tell me everything.”

Nico grins, and begins to talk.

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MARISOL

Dino is awfullyquiet the rest of the way back.

He doesn’t let me out of his sight. Whether it’s his hand on mine, or his arm around my waist, or any possible way, he touches me the entire time as we head back to New York.

I like it.

But, I haven’t had any chance to actually talk to him. There’s so much more we need to talk about.

So much more that needs to be said.

Decided.

What did you mean when you said I was yours?

Nico, on the other hand, is an endless fountain of information.

He never stops talking. Literally. I’m entertained by it, and he’s definitely a good conversationalist, but the contrast with Dino’s stony silence is almost striking.

It’s hard to see them as related.

Until, of course, I look at them.

From Nico, I learn that Dino’s father and his father were twins. I can see it. Underneath all the scars and tattoos, they definitely look alike. They have the same broad shoulders, the same lean but honed physique. They even have the same hair, except Nico seems to be going grey a little faster than he should.

“My mother’s side,” he explains when I ask. “It’s said that they were cursed by the gods.”

“What’s the curse?”

He laughs. “Essentially, ‘here for a good time, not for a long time.’ Most of them have died young, so I’m happy with the grey. It means I have broken the curse.”

That, I think, might just be Nico in a nutshell.

We make it past customs, which Nico literally flirts to secure our way through, and into the private car that Marco sent for us.

Dino still hasn’t spoken.

Soon, the road looks familiar. I see the winding dirt that leads up to Elio’s mansion, and my heart starts to pound.

I’m so close.

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