Page 95 of Mafia Don's Secret Twins

None of this will matter if I don’t convince Marisol that she’s meant to be with me. She wants to get to know me?

She’s gonna get to know me just fine.

The pool is quiet.

Really quiet.

I’m in there for so long, I know it’s past the time Marisol usually arrives. I chose to hide in the bathroom again, reasoning that Marisol knew I was in there before.

Maybe she would come back again.

I’m about to fuckin’ leave when i hear noise. Freezing, I tuck myself into the side against the door.

It’s Marisol.

And Moretti.

“Thanks, Andrei. I’ll be good now.”

“I do not think I will leave today,” Moretti’s heavily accented fuckin'voice filters through the room.

My hands squeeze into balls at my side, and I breathe out through my nose, trying to keep myself from exploding with rage.

Calm the fuck down, calm the fuck down…

If I go get to Marisol now, I’m going to fuck it up.

“Oh,” Marisol breathes, her shock clear. “Oh. Did you… is there something wrong?”

“I don’t think you are safe here alone.”

“Why’s that?” her voice holds the tiniest note of panic, and I swear to fuckin’ God, if Moretti picks up on it…

“There’s a security breach I was just made aware of.”

Fuck.

For a split second, I wonder if Johnny sold me out. It’s possible, but I guess that it’s improbable.

It makes no sense for someone as… well. AsJohnnyas Johnny to sell me out like that. Marco would fucking kill him.

If I didn’t do it first.

It has to be one of the guards, or someone else who knows the property. Someone that could easily tip Moretti off, and who might stand to benefit…

I bite back the growl in my throat.

Fucking Volkov.

Motherfucker definitely knows, and he’s trying to get Moretti to take me out.

Mentally, I make a note to strangle Volkov the next chance I see him.

For actual reasons this time.

Well. Other thanhe’s Volkov.

“It isn’t safe for you to remain here,” he grunts. “Not alone, because someone might be hiding.”

---