Page 82 of Mafia Don's Secret Twins

“You know why he’s trying to sell Marisol off to the highest bidder, right?”

“Man, I don’t know how you think of sellin’ someone, but I’m sure this ain’t it,” Johnny grins and points at my collarbone, then at the black eye he’s still sporting.”

“Doesn’t matter how he’s hiding it. Benicio only wants people with families that he can tap into because he needs the money.”

“How so?”

“Marisol told me.”

He shrugs. “Man, I know that. But still. The chance to take over one of the greatest cartels in history? You gotta admit, that sounds pretty fuckin’ good.”

I don’t care about the cartel.

All I want is Marisol.

When I don’t answer, Johnny sighs. “Well. Guess I better tell you about what I have.”

“Please.”

“She swims at the pool. Once a day. Around three.”

“The outside pool?”

“Inside lap pool.”

Fuck. I narrow my eyes, and Johnny continues. “There’s a door. It’s a maintenance door on the outside of the building. Guard change is around two, then again at four. In theory if you snuck in, crawled past all the spiders and shit, then you’d be in there with her.”

My heart kicks against my ribs.

I frown, looking at him. “How the fuck do you know?”

“I braved the spiders.”

Which means he saw Marisol in her swimsuit.

My eyes glaze over. Johnny’s talking, but I don’t hear him.

In a heartbeat I fling off the sling and grab him by the throat. “Don’t you ever fuckin’ look at her again.”

He coughs, squirming under my grip. “Fuck off!” he rasps.

“Never. Fuckin. Look at her,” I snarl.

“Okay! I won’t!”

I drop him. Johnny coughs, wrapping his hand around his throat. “Fuck, man. I’m just tryin’ to help.”

I don’t answer.

Johnny mutters, giving me a glare. I know that I should apologize. Say something.

I don’t want to.

“I’m not after your girl, asshole,” he says finally. “You can calm the fuck down.”

I don’t have anything to say.

“Jesus. Look. Do you want to get in to see her or not?”

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