Page 46 of Mafia Don's Secret Twins

I shudder at the wordknown, which feels pretty fucking biblical in this sense. “You’re talking about my… biological family,” I spit at him.

“Don’t fucking say it like that.”

I glance at him, surprised. Marco leans forward, his eyes on mine as he intensely stares me down. “Don’t ever fucking think that, Dino. I don’t give a fuck who your dad is. I don’t give a shit about what happened back then. You’re my fucking brother, you understand? You’re my family. Biologically. In every fucking way that counts.”

“Half-brother,” I whisper.

God, it’s so fucking weird to say. The words are almost bitter on my tongue, and I feel like I’m swallowing thorns when I shut my mouth.

How the fuck did this happen? My whole fucking life.

A lie.

Marco leans back. “You’re my brother, Dino,” he says fiercely. “No matter what anyone says, you’re my fucking brother.”

I don’t have anything to say to him. I just stare, noting the twitch in Marco’s jaw and the way his hands flex on the table.

For years, my big brother has been the only person who seemed to give a shit about me. Even then, I haven’t always liked the type of protection that Marco offers.

He’s been a dick. He’s been a controlling asshole. He tells about a quarter of the truth every time he speaks, and the rest he keeps to himself.

But he does always have a fucking plan.

I jerk my chin down in a nod.

Marco studies me for another minute, then continues. “Like I said, there are a select few families that she would have aligned with. I believe that I know which one. You can compete for Marisol’s hand as their heir,” he says.

I raise an eyebrow at him. “And they’d be fine with that? Some fucking kid from the states, pretending to be their previous fucking son?”

“Let me handle that,” Marco says smoothly.

I roll my eyes. “Come the fuck on, Marco. Ain’t no fuckin’ way that some group of people I’ve never fuckin’ met is going to play along with this bullshit.”

“I said I’d handle it,” Marco repeats, his voice low. “It’s not like you can make the necessary arrangements or requests, and it’s not like he’ll look. The family that I think we’re dealing with is old, and they are not active any longer, but it’s a name that Benicio Souza will not walk away from.”

I narrow my eyes. “This is fucking stupid.”

“It’s your only chance, Dino.”

The sincerity of his statement hits me like a ton of bricks.

He’s right.

He’s absolutely fucking right.

This is my only chance at getting Marisol back. At making sure the girls are safe, and cared for, and…

“The only other question is, do you want your girls to know who you are?”

I look over at Marco.

He’s staring at me, and the way his eyes are digging into my skin, I feel…

Exposed.

I look away. “They don’t know I’m their fucking dad,” I mutter.

“Yes.”

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