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I don’t know if he or isn’t.

“He knows how to control it. He wouldn’t hurt her.” I add, another lie.

I’ve never seen Santo with a woman longer than a day. Hell I haven’t seen any of those women after either.

“This is our best shot, it’s a damn risk worth taking.”

I wait.

The silence on the other side of the line deafening.

Finally he speaks.

“Amato, I don’t know.”

I’m fucking done.

“If you have a better plan, I’m all ears.”

He laughs, sharper this time. “We could always marry you off to Katya.”

The whiskey nearly burns going down, and I choke out a curse. “Not a chance in hell.”

“Then Santo it is,” he replies smoothly, his voice carrying that familiar mischief. “I’ll send the proposition to Vasilisa’s family. But now, you owe me a favor.”

“I don’t owe you shit,” I respond curtly, my grip on the phone tightening. “I paid that debt twelve years ago.”

Silence.

“True,” he finally murmurs. “I suppose we both hold that skeleton, don’t we?”

“That we do.”

Chapter 12

Angelo

Two Months Later

Being the Don of Cosa Nostra is everything.

All I wanted.

I hold all the power.

What I didn’t expect was to feel like I’m missing something.

It wasn’t until Vasilisa.

My brother’s wife.

Beautiful, blonde, blue eyed, small.

A little too thin for my taste, but she’s Santo’s so that doesn’t matter.

What got me was spending a month with her and seeing the adoration in her eyes, the way she lights up from the inside out over the thought of my brother.

I want that.

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