Page 102 of Mafia Boss's Fake Wife

And then I went home, every night, to Roisin. In our little cottage, where we played the perfect couple.

“Marco…”

“Is it still the case that wives are off limits?” I ask suddenly.

I can practically feel Elio’s frown. “I would not say always, but among those who play by the laws, yes.”

“Thanks.”

“Marco, do not do what I think you’re going to do.”

“Thank you, Elio. I’ll call if I need you.”

I hang up the phone before he can answer.

Opening the bathroom door, I creep to the couch. If Roisin has been under threat this whole time because of our association, then there’s only one solution.

I need to make sure that in the eyes of our community, she’s untouchable. Because if she’s harmed and she’s my wife, thenwhoever is after her will face the consequences not just from me…

But from the entire community.

Fuck.

I put a hand on Roisin’s shoulder. Gently, I shake her.

She blinks, her eyes focusing on me slowly. “Marco? Is everything okay?”

I take a deep breath.

“We need to get married.”

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ROISIN

I cannot possibly have heardhim right.

I sit up on the couch, trying to blink the sleep from my eyes. “Marco. What did you just say?”

“We need to get married,” he repeats, his brown eyes staring at me like I’m the one who’s said something utterly insane.

I shake my head. “No.”

“Yes.”

“No, Marco.”

“Yes, we do.”

Anger lights me like a match. “Well you can’t just tell me that! You’re not even going to ask?”

He tilts his head. “Sorry. Let me explain.”

After a five minute long word vomit that’s unfortunately extremely easy for me to follow, I’m still just as shocked.

“Let me make sure that I’m understanding you correctly. You think that there’s separate people who are after you… and I. And that one of those people is the father of your brother, Dino. The father who is supposed to be very, very dead. Who was killed, in fact, by your father.”

He nods.

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