Page 5 of Mafia Don's Secret Twins

"What?"

"You're coming with me," she says matter-of-factly.

"Why?"

"So you can take a shower and sleep in a place where you won't die of exposure."

I raise an eyebrow. "Die of exposure?"

"Just get up, okay?"

There's a heartbeat of hesitation. I look at her outstretched hand, which seems outrageously small.

When I slip my fingers into hers, I know that my world is changing.

After her, everything will be different.

Interestingly, she's not staying in a hotel.

She leads me to a little house. It's just a shack on a beach, but it's clean and warm and has a very nice shower. There are sweatpants and a large white shirt waiting for me when I get out.

The idea that another man might have stayed here, or that she might have a boyfriend or someone, makes me unnecessarily angry.

Clean and more or less sober, I follow the sound of dishes clinking together to the kitchen. The girl is in there and something smells amazing.

"Damn," I lean against the door. "What's that?"

"Something to sober you up."

"I think the shower did that," I murmur.

She gives me a curt nod. "You don't smell like a distillery anymore so that's a start."

Ouch.

She points to one of the small chairs. "Sit."

I obey.

She hands me a plate full of rice, chicken, and something that looks like a banana. "Plantains," she says as I examine them. "Best hangover food in the world."

Cautiously, I take a bite.

It's fucking amazing.

I eat in silence. The whole time, I'm aware that she’s watching me, but I don't talk to her until I'm practically licking the plate.

"Holy fuck," I groan. "That was so good."

"Good."

I look at her again. The borrowed clothes seem to itch on my kin. "Do you entertain strange men a lot?"

"No."

I chuckle at her succinct response. "So you just have spare sweatpants lying around."

"I do."

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