Page 9 of Mafia Don's Secret Twins

But, in the morning, she's gone.

No note.

Nothing there.

I wait for her.

But she never comes back.

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DINO

Now

There’s a heartbeat of terror when I watch her fall. One moment when I feel helpless, like I can’t do anything.

Then, my body responds. I rush forward, and something in my heart clicks…

When Marisol is in my arms.

She's covered in cuts and bruises. Her beautiful hair is still long but chopped short on her forehead for bangs, and it's uneven, like she did it herself and in a hurry.

And I am one selfish fucking bastard because despite all of that, I'm happy that she's in my arms, and I fucking hate myself for it.

There are people moving around me. Yelling. I can hear Sal and Gia, and Elio barking instructions.

None of that matters, though, because I have Marisol.

I cradle her closer. Fuck, she still smells the same. It's been eight years and I haven't forgotten how she smells.

I want to kiss her. To scream in frustration. To...

"Dino," I hear Caterina say softly. "We need to get her to a doctor."

There's this insane urge to hold her close and like... hiss at my sister. I feel like I can't let Marisol out of my sight, because if I do...

If I let her go right now, I'll never see her again.

"You can come," Caterina murmurs, seemingly reading my mind. "You can come with, but we have to get her to Doctor Cutrali."

At that, I nod.

Reluctantly.

“He will be here in ten,” Elio says gruffly. “Dino, what do you wish for us to do with these children?”

“I’ve got them,” Caterina says quickly.

Children.

Mychildren.

Holy fuck.

“I don’t think they know,” Gia whispers softly in my ear. “We’ve got them. Prioritize Marisol.”

I give her the sharpest nod. I’m routinely terrified of Gia, but the fact that she’s shepherding my two dark-haired children right now…

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