Page 96 of Mafia Don's Secret Twins

Fuck.

If he comes for this door, I’m just going to fucking lay him out. That’s the plan. It’s the only plan, and I’m going to stick to it if I have to.

Marisol sighs. “Okay. Stay,” she murmurs.

Then, there’s the sound of clothes rustling.

Rage explodes through me. Hot. persistent. Rage that I can't hide or stop.

She’s getting undressed in front of him. She probably has her suit on, but…

I hear splashing.

She’s in the pool now.

Moretti doesn’t approach my hiding spot. Instead, I'm just driven insane thinking about Marisol in the pool. Her elegance. The way she glides through the water. The way her hair streams behind her.

I’m tortured.

For fuckingever.

Finally, Marisol stops. She hops out, and I imagine her grabbing a towel.

She speaks to Moretti.

“See? Nothing. No one came to get us. I’m at far more risk in the garden,” she says.

Loudly.

Very, very loudly.

“The garden is protected by the patrols,” Moretti growls.

“I know. It’s true. Since I’m much safer there, I think I might take a walk.”

“When?”

A pause. “Tonight. Maybe after dinner.”

“Marisol, I…”

“My father’s guards will be there. It won’t be a problem. I need the time alone, Andrei. I do. I know it’s nice of you to be here with me, but it’s not the same. I wish to think about my mother, and see the trees he planted for her.”

There’s a pause. A hesitation.

Finally, he sighs. “Fine. You may go after dinner.”

“Wonderful,” she murmurs.

There are footsteps.

Then, silence.

I would be disappointed. However, I can’t be.

Marisol, my clever, wonderful Marisol, figured out a solution.

The garden.

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