Page 74 of Mafia Don's Secret Twins

“Maybe,” he says in response.

I give him a grin. I can taste the iron of blood in my mouth, but despite that, I smile so that he can see my teeth through the gore.

So he knows I am not fuckin’ scared of him.

And if this gun wasn’t between us, I’d fucking stomp his ass too.

Clapping sounds from where Benicio is sitting. He takes a step down, his polished boots crunching on the gravel.

He comes within about ten feet of me before he stops. “Bravo, Drakos.”

I don’t miss how his voice makes the wordDrakossound like a sneer.

“You did well. But I am curious, why did you merely choke this one,” he gestures to Johnny. “Why not take him down completely?”

“I prioritized,” I grunt.

Benicio stares at me for a minute. He makes a noise, nodding. “I think it would have been better to not reveal your weaknesses…. Drakos.”

His eyes shoot to Marisol, who is standing. She’s staring at me, her chest heaving. It makes her breasts press against the edge of the dress she’s wearing.

That, in turn, makes my vision go red all over again.

But for a very different reason.

I take a deep breath through my nose, trying to control myself. I can fucking do this.

“Did I win or not?” I manage to grit.

Benicio frowns. “You did not lose,” he concedes.

Good enough for me.

“Fine,” I spit. “That’s just fuckin’ fine.”

Benicio moves closer. “Do not think that this gives you the advantage. Even though I am holding this as a competition, I will not allow my daughter to marry someone I do not like,” he says.

The words are cold.

Quiet.

For a second, I understand completely the type of killer that Benicio Souza is. Before now, he’s been a somewhat arrogant, weird guy, who seems to be making us all dance at his whim.

Now, though, I see him.

The Benicio in front of me is a fucking threat.

And I would do well to remember it.

I nod sharply. “Noted,” I say, not willing to give him anything other than that.

I don’t want to give Benicio Souza a single thing that he could use against me.

He grunts. “Clean up. We will have dinner once the others regain consciousness.”

It’s approximately nine in the morning.

Clearly, he’s building out some time for recovery.

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