Page 76 of Mafia Don's Secret Twins

In.

Eventually, the urge to throw up diminishes. I’m left with the shaky after-effects of adrenaline.

Shock.

I need to get warm.

I sit up. Johnny’s still here. “I need a blanket,” I say, from between my chattering teeth.

Johnny leans forward and wraps something around my shoulders. “Already got you, boss.”

“Not your fuckin’ boss.”

He sighs. “Yeah but. For now.”

We sit in silence for another minute. He looks over at me. “You know, you could leave.”

“No.”

“The French guy and Costa left after they came to.”

“Good,” I mutter.

It is good. That’s less competition. Volkov, Johnny, and the Armenian are the only ones left.

And me.

Johnny looks at me, his eyebrows pinching together. “You really want this chance at Souza’s empire, don’t you?”

I shake my head. “Don’t give a shit about that.”

“So why… oh,” Johnny’s eyes widen. “The girl. You really are just here for the girl.”

I nod.

“I really am.”

14

MARISOL

There’s another note.

Meet me in the garden. Afternoon.

At least this one is more specific.

Ish.

It’s been two days since the melee fight. I haven’t seen any of the contestants since. I do know both Luca Costa and the French man have left.

Apparently my father is being merciful, and allowing contestants to leave rather than just die here.

It’s unusual of him, but I think he likes that. He wants to keep everyone on their toes.

Myself included, I guess.

Which is why when the note appears, another awful, terrible thought enters my mind.

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