Page 24 of Mafia Boss's Fake Wife

I did it, and I literally made them into a perfect fucking picture.

Without me.

Elio’s offer to bring me ‘back into the fold’ burned at my heart, and I didn’t at the time know why.

But now, I do.

And somehow, this ancient Irish cop was the only one to see it.

I don't know what to do with this information, and the anger that’s clutching at my throat threatens to choke me.

O’Hara, to his credit, seems to smirk. I know that he knows he’s got me right where he wants me.

But fuck.

He’s not fucking wrong.

I'm seething, and Roisin's eyes narrow. I can see her pick herself up and puff her chest, like she’s going to defend me.

Her pretty mouth opens. "Marco is a valuable asset-"

"Marco is nothing now. Marco De Luca is as valuable as a newborn kitten to our work. He's irrelevant, now," O'Hara snaps.

This fucking... "I'll do it."

Roisin's eyes snap to mine, and I meet her green gaze.

"I'll fucking do it," I repeat.

O'Hara makes a sound, but I'm not listening.

I'm watching her.

And wondering if this is a big fucking mistake.

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ROISIN

Seamus grinslike a cat that’s caught the canary. “There’s a good lad.”

Marco, who decidedly doesnotlook like a good lad, or like he wants to be challenged by anyone in the slightest, glares at my mentor.

I’m still not certain what happened.

The walls of the interrogation room seem smaller than ever. It feels somehow hot and cold in here at the same time, and I can’t seem to get past the fact that I’m beingframed.

For something that I most definitely didn’t do.

In fact, I didn’t even come close to doing this.

Not only was I not in Amsterdam around that time, but I was literally under security surveillance. I had to check in with Seamus every other day, and there’s simply no way I would have been able to plant anything.

However.

I’m certain that wouldn’t matter.

The thing about being framed is that whoever is doing the framing usually knows exactly what they’re doing.

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