Page 57 of Mafia Don's Secret Twins

I open the bathroom door. Andrei is there, standing over a body.

A very suspiciously still body.

Andrei’s eyes widen as he looks at me. “I… Please go back,” he says. “You don’t need to see this.”

“Is he dead?”

Andrei doesn’t say anything.

I sigh. “Is there a lot of blood?”

“Would that bother you?”

Normally I’d lie and say no, but… I wrinkle my nose. “Yes.”

I don’t particularly want a ton of blood in my bedroom, if I’m being honest.

“Si. Well. Give me about fifteen minutes and it will be done. You can finish your…” he doesn’t say it.

I don’t miss, however, how his eyes glide down to my bare legs.

Shit.

Just like my mom said, it’s clear that Andrei Moretti is not just interested in me professionally.

You could do worse than a man who kills people for you.

Unfortunately, I don’t want a man who kills people at all.

“Okay,” I say quietly.

Then I sneak back into the bathroom.

I don’t get into the shower. After locking the door, I take the chance to brush my teeth and do some other grooming. I have some clothes in the bathroom, just the soft lounge pants and a shirt that I was wearing before my shower, so I quickly put those on.

A soft tap on the door comes eventually. I don’t have a clock on me, but I have a feeling it’s exactly fifteen minutes later.

Cautiously, I open the door.

It smells heavily like cleaner. Hydrogen peroxide, actually.

I look down at the tile, and I don’t see a single speck of blood there.

My eyes shoot up to Andrei. “You cleaned it?”

He doesn’t say anything.

I shuffle, vaguely uncomfortable. “Thank you,” I say finally.

He tips his head.

God.

What is wrong with me? He’s handsome. He’s already assigned to be around me all the time. Dino is out of the realm of possibility. I need to marry someone that my dad is going to approve of, in this stupid competition.

Moretti can’t enter.

But he can keep me safe.

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