Page 39 of Mafia Don's Secret Twins

Marco leans forward, his elbows on the table. “I know you’re going to go after her.”

“I am,” I say flatly.

He nods. “Good.”

“Good?”

My brother smiles at me. “For the first time in your life, Dino, do something with intent. Instead of just dealing with the situation as you make it, let’s actually get you into a place where you’re in control. You’re the one determining what you want. You want her?”

I nod.

“Then you need to fucking get her.”

I sit. “I don’t know how to defeat Moretti,” I state.

He shakes his head. “That’s the wrong question. You don’t need to ask about how to defeat Moretti. There’s a way to win everything, without having to take down Benicio Suarez and his den of killers.”

“How?” I ask.

I need to know.

Marco nods. “You need to win the competition. You need to win, fair and square, so Marisol is yours.”

I huff. “Yeah fucking right.”

“Don’t, Dino.”

Marco’s face is dead serious.

“Don’t what?”

“Underestimate yourself. You always do.”

“What…”

“The first problem is that you can’t enter the competition for Marisol’s hand without leading an organization.”

I roll my eyes. “Well I’m fucked from the beginning then.”

“No, you’re not.”

“Come on, Marco,” I scoff. “Everyone knows you’re the head of our family. Elio and Gia own the Rossi empire.”

Marco hesitates, uncertainty flickering across his face.

I tilt my head. “What?”

“There is an option,” he says quietly.

Confusion makes me frown. “What do you mean?”

Marco takes a huge breath, then lets it go. “There is a business. An organization that you stand to inherit.”

“Marco, you’re being fucking stupid, I already told you…”

“You are not our father’s son, Dino,” he says quietly.

My jaw drops.

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