Page 99 of Mafia Don's Secret Twins

Forever.

I look up at the branches, wishing that my mother was here. She would know how to get me out of this.

And what to do next.

I hear a rustle, and I turn, my heart pumping.

“It’s me,” Dino rasps.

The sound of his voice doesn’t necessarily make me relax. Instead, it makes me feel…

Hot.

“I…”

He tugs on my wrist from where he’s hidden in the bushes behind me. “Come here,” he murmurs.

God help me.

I go with him.

“I can’t be seen out of the garden,” I whisper. The sound of water falling from the sky more than covers our voices.

Dino nods, but keeps leading me up the path.

Not more than ten feet back from where the mango trees hang heavily over the bench, there’s something else.

Something I didn’t know existed.

A little gazebo.

Dino tugs me underneath it. The rain has plastered his white t-shirt to him, making it transparent. I can see every tattoo, every scar, underneath the thin cotton that’s covering him.

I want to touch them with my tongue.

“Are you good?” he grunts.

That voice.

My eyes look at the thick scar across his throat.

I nod. “I’m fine.”

“You look cold,” Dino murmurs. His big hands come to rest on my shoulders.

They radiate heat, each one a furnace against my skin.

“I’m fine. Really. I am,” I whisper.

His hands move up my shoulders.

I want to lean into his touch. I want him to hold me.

I want this to be something it’s not.

I want Dino to… want me.

“Red,” Dino grunts.

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