Page 41 of Mafia Boss's Fake Wife

Again, if Roisin didn’t need him to believe it in order to clear her name…

Yeah. It would be pretty fucking funny. It’s rare to pull one over on a guy like this, and Liam MacAntyre, unlike his brother, appears to be both smart and relatively aware of all the shit going on around him.

But he couldn’t have had any idea that this was coming.

Neither did I, as it were.

“Liam?” Roisin’s voice is uncharacteristically small. It makes me shuffle, and before I realize what I’m doing, I catch myself trying to stand in front of her.

Like I’m going to protect her.

From her own brother.

The fuck are you doing?

Liam blinks, shaking his head like a dog. “Sorry. I could have sworn you just said that Marco De Luca is here as your date. To my wedding.”

Roisin straightens a little, the iron that I’m used to seeing etching her posture. “That’s because I did.”

“But…” Liam trails off. He glances between us.

I see the moment something clicks for him.

“Well then De Luca, I guess the mystery of where you’ve been for the past fucking year is solved.”

“My family was aware of my whereabouts,” I say softly.

Liam’s eyebrows raise. “I think they were not.”

“Would it be any of your business?” I say sharply.

Liam’s nostrils flare, and I can see his eyes, which look so much like Roisin’s, darken with anger.

It’s true. It wouldn’t be his business. His brother, Kieran, had tried to kidnap my sister. Kieran also tried to kill my niece, and I was so hell-bent on proving Elio guilty for the murder of my parents that I never fucking saw it coming.

The thought of the whole situation, and my own blindness in everything that happened back then, makes me shiver with rage at myself. To this day, that span of time is one of the worst things that has ever happened to me.

And it was even worse for Caterina.

I still thank God for Gia and Elio, who were able to quickly figure out where she was and saved her.

Because I was too fucking adamant that Elio had killed my parents to admit that he hadn’t. And, in the process, I’d made more enemies in the form of the Irish.

To this day, we’re still on shaky ground. Liam is a much, much better man that Kieran was, in terms of his general sanity.

However, that doesn’t make him happy to see me, by any means.

I force myself to crack a smile. “Roisin and I met while she had me in custody.”

“So you know, then,” he rasps.

Interesting. His voice carries the same protective note that mine often does when I talk about my siblings.

I tilt my head. From what I remember, Liam didn’t grow up with Kieran and Roisin. He had an uncle or something who took him. Maybe the birth mom, I can’t remember.

But I’m going to figure it out right fucking quick.

“I know that Roisin works for Interpol. Something that I imagine Interpol doesn’t necessarily want to know.”

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