Page 42 of Mafia Boss's Fake Wife

“Aye,” Liam interrupts. “And the fucker who tattles on her?— “

“I quit,” Roisin blurts.

We both look at her.

She sighs, and the breath she takes conveys so much weariness that I resist the urge to step next to her and wrap my arms around her shoulders.

“I quit working for Interpol. It was just too hard. I couldn’t… lie to them anymore,” she manages.

Liam’s lips thin into a hard line. “You didn’t want to tell me the last time I saw you, then?”

“No,” she says sharply.

“It was just?—”

“I said no. I wasn’t ready to tell you then, and when I heard about you getting married, I wanted to come. To welcome Stassi into the family,” she says.

I don’t miss the way she cut him off.When did he last come by?

And why?

Liam’s eyes narrow. “How did you know she goes by Stassi?”

“She’s literally a world-famous model, Liam. Congrats on that too, by the way,” I drawl.

Stassi has a PhD in physics too, but she likes to keep that under wraps, if memory serves. It makes her significantly more dangerous than anyone realizes.

Which is another reason I agreed to this whole song and dance.

Anastasia Novikov doesn’t do anything anyone tells her to without very, very good reason.

There is no way she would have agreed with Elio to marry Liam to neutralize the Irish threat without some kind of plan. Liam had kidnapped Gia, my sister-in-law and Elio’s twin, to try and forge some kind of alliance between the organizations. Kieran, shockingly, was a terrible leader who practically drove the Irish organization into bankruptcy, a dangerous thingwhen there are no banks and people come looking for their pound of flesh when they don’t get their cash. Gia was pregnant with my brother Sal’s baby when Liam kidnapped her, in order to get some kind of financial backing from Elio.

But Stassi stepped in and volunteered to marry him.

For some unknown reason.

And I want to know what it is.

Because if she has any intention of using her newfound power to hurt my family…

Liam grunts, pulling my attention. “So you’re just here for the wedding.”

“Yes,” Roisin says.

“That’s several weeks away.”

She shrugs. “Figured my new sister could use someone around to do all the girly things with her.”

Liam barks a laugh, earning a strange glance from both Roisin and I.

“Something funny about that, brother?” she says.

He shakes his head and opens the door. “You’ll see.”

Roisin goes in, her shoulders relaxing slightly as she passes the threshold to the door. I hesitate just a second, then follow her.

But not before a large hand presses on my shoulder.

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