Page 61 of Mafia Boss's Fake Wife

Then, I shut the phone off, and grab Stassi’s hand.

I tug her toward the explosion.

“Where are we going? Don’t go this way, we need…”

“We need to hide. Moretti probably set the bomb to start a distraction so he could take you or me,” I murmur.

Stassi follows. “So why are we going to the explosion?”

“Because that’s where a crowd will be. We’re harder to kidnap in a crowd,” I mutter.

Already, people are running out of their homes and businesses, and the screaming gets louder as we approach the explosion.

My heart sinks.

The people of Doolin are peaceful. They live in a sleepy seaside town.

God, I hope no one died.

Praying, we move closer. I want to keep looking back forMoretti, but I don’t want him to know that I’m watching for him.

“Look behind us,” I whisper to Stassi. “Do you see Moretti?”

“I don’t know what he looks like…”

“Dark and fucking mean,” I hiss.

She turns her head. “I don’t think so.”

“Good. Stay with me. Don’t let go of my hand. He wants one of us, and I don’t know who. He probably has a sedative, so keep a distance from other people so he can’t stick you.”

Stassi breathes.

The site of the explosion finally comes into view. My chest sags with relief. Our driver, David, is standing, looking shaken, leaning on the seawall. The SUV is on fire, but there’s no obvious bodies.

Good.

“Don’t go to him. Stick near the road, Marco will be here any second,” I whisper.

Stassi and I stand back, out of the way, where we can easily leave. When the Jaguar pulls up that Marco bought the other day, I grab her.

“Let’s go.”

Marco doesn’t even stop. I open the door and shove Stassi in, then climb in. He peels out while the car burns in the background, and as soon as I shut the door again I look out.

There, standing next to the seawall, is Andrei Moretti.

And he’s staring at us as we drive away.

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MARCO

The engine revsas I slam my foot on the accelerator. I speed along the road back to Aughris House, my hands practically strangling the steering wheel as I go.

When Roisin called, I wasn’t doing anything important. Just following Liam around, trying to get a handle on what he spends his day doing. I want him to trust me, but I don’t have time to get him to do so.

Instead, I decided early this morning after I left Roisin sleeping in the bed to resort to old-fashioned spy work to try and figure out what the fuck is going on.

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