Page 81 of Mafia Don's Secret Twins

Week.

In that time, I’m going absolutely crazy. My collarbone hurts. My whole body feels like shit. I might be going crazy.

I have to find a way to see Marisol again.

Johnny, surprisingly, is somewhat helpful in that regard. Since no one feels like he’s a serious contender for the role, he’s able to joke around with some of the guards. Get some insight into where Benicio keeps Marisol, and for how long.

From what I can tell, Marisol has free reign of her own home. My concerns about her being a fuckin’ captive are unfounded.

Except that she has the Italian bastard following her everywhere.

Moretti hates me. That’s clear as fuckin’ day. Every time he sees me, his eyes turn into some kind of hateful, disgusting glare. He looks at me like I’m fuckin’ scum.

Which is fine.

It’s nothing new.

What I can’t figure out, though, is why. Sure, everyone hates me, but I don’t know specifically why Moretti does.

Prior to this, we haven’t ever met. I ain’t seen his ugly fuckin’ face one day in my life, even if I did know of him.

And knowin’ of him is all that we had, before this.

Moretti’s reputation as Souza’s hound, guard dog, and executioner is somewhat legendary. I wasn’t shocked when he showed up looking for Marisol.

But I am shocked to see how much he doesn’t like me.

The door to my little barracks room opens, and Johnny saunters in. “I think I know how to find you some time with your girl.”

That gets my attention. “What?”

He flops on the bed, and eyes my arm in the sling. “You think you can make that thing work?”

“For Marisol?” always.

He sighs. “Marco didn’t really say you were here because of a girl.”

“He sent you here without any context?”

Johnny shakes his head. “Only that you wanted to win this fuckin’ thing.”

“Why else would I want to win it?”

That earns me a scathing glare. “Because whoever wins gets the keys to the fuckin’ kingdom, man.”

I tilt my head. “Do you want this kingdom, Spinoli?”

Johnny sighs, leaning against the wall. “I mean it’s not like I’ve got another one to walk into.”

Johnny’s not a second son, like me. He’s the scion of his family, and in theory, he could definitely be in the running for his family.

But instead of that, his whole family has been nailed on so many charges, they have a whole section of prison dedicated just to the Spinolis.

Or at least, that’s what I’ve heard.

“You don’t want what Benicio Souza has to offer,” I say darkly. Benicio has built his empire on blood. It’s not necessarily surprising that he drove this thing into the ground, financially, but at the same time it is kind of surprising that he allowed himself to get in this position.

That he didn’t just kill everyone in order to cover it up. That he has enough people coming after him that he needs a financial infusion.

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