Page 62 of Mafia Boss's Fake Wife

Liam, of course, is the prime suspect for all the fucking bullshit that Roisin has walked into. He’s her brother, sure, but as we know from Kieran, being a sibling in this fucking family means exactly fuck all.

Following Liam required stealth, and I was perfectly happy to do it…

Until my cell rang.

Opening it, I found Roisin’s number, and I took the call, ducking into a different room so Liam didn’t hear me.

When she spoke, I heard the cool, detached tone of an Interpol agent.

Which meant that something was fucking bad.

And then, when she said Moretti’s name, coupled with an explosion?

I knew it was really fucking bad.

I didn’t even bother trying to catch Liam up. I jumped into the Jag and headed to town, desperate to find Roisin.

To make sure that she was okay.

Now, she and Stassi are sitting in the back seat. Stassi looks rattled, her blonde hair disheveled, her face pale.

Roisin looks…

Well.

Roisin looks like she’s calculating revenge.

A rush of pride swells in my chest.That’s my fucking girl.

She’s not your girl, dickwad.

“What happened?” I snarl.

Roisin looks at Stassi. “Should we wait for Liam?”

“Tell me. Right the fuck now.”

The manor house is practically in view. I know that I should wait for Liam but…

I don’t give a fuck.

“We went shopping. Stassi wanted to run some errands for the wedding , and I agreed to go with her. We made it through two shops just fine, but by the time we got to the third Moretti found us. He didn’t shoot on site so I’m assuming he was trying to kidnap one of us, maybe both. Probably had a sedative in his pocket but was trying to avoid attention, which makes me think that it was sanctioned or something. Either way, the explosion was a clear distraction, and he wanted us.”

My hands tighten on the steering wheel.

I live in a world of bad men. I know, deeply, the awful things that people can do to each other, and I know that I’ve done them in order to preserve my own family. There’s nothing that I wouldn’t do to keep them safe, and I’d sell my fucking soul to do it.

But Andrei Moretti is a different type of evil.

I’m anchored to my family. He has no anchor. He’s willing to turn on anyone and everyone, and sells his ability to sin to the highest bidder, regardless of whether or not he believes in the cause. There’s nothing that money won’t buy with him, and there’s no task that he won’t do.

There’s also no amount of pain that he won’t cause.

Recently, he was employed by Benicio Souza, the cartel leader who happens to be my sister-in-law Marisol’s father. Benicio died in an accident, but Moretti was kind of obsessed with Marisol, if their account is right.

And now, he seems to be obsessed with Roisin.

Or Stassi.

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