Page 12 of Mafia Boss's Fake Wife

Bad.

Worse, somehow, than the place I've spun for myself.

"Who is she?"

"Anastasia Novikov."

I blink. "The model?"

"Aye."

I look over at him. "Liam, isn't she..."

"She's also a physicist," he says, looking down at his black leather boots.

Interesting.

The tone in his voice is almost defensive.

"She's wildly famous," I say.

He nods.

"Isn't she a little... high profile for you?"

"That's the point, sister."

"Oh," I murmur.

I have to hand it to him. It's actually a smart move. Because if he's married to a very rich, very famous Russian, it will be harder for him to be targeted by the numerous enemies that Kieran racked up over the course of his tenure as the leader of our family.

Liam glances at me. "Marco is going to testify against us, isn't he?"

I sigh. "Liam, you know..."

He holds up a hand. "I do. I know. But we can't have the attention. Not now," he says gently.

I nod.

Kieran ruined the family business. He involved us in dark, horrible things, holding us all prisoner.

Forcing me, a young Interpol agent, to be a double agent. I would give him information...

And he wouldn't kill my mother.

Kieran and Liam and I share a father. My mother, a short-term relationship that happened outside of my father's marriage, has been hidden.

From me.

For the majority of my life.

Kieran, however, knew where she was. That information died with him.

Liam and I have been working together to find her. I've always been convinced that, working for Interpol, she'll show up.

Eventually.

Kieran twisted that desire to his will. Liam asks me to keep it going, for the survival of our family.

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