Page 82 of Pretty Plaything
Chapter 41
ALESSANDRO’S FACE ISpale, his eyes slightly wide as he stumbles toward me. Something has happened, and I’m not sure what.
“Hey,” I say, placing my hand on his shoulder. “Are you okay?”
“I don’t know.”
“What happened?”
“Mauro told me the craziest thing.”
I raise an eyebrow at him.
“He thinks he’s my biological father.”
“What?” I gape at him. “How?”
“I don’t know. He says he met my mother at some party she attended with my father, and she met Mauro there while my father was busy talking business. He says he and my mother instantly connected, and that they had sex in the restroom. Apparently, that happened about nine months before I was born.”
“But what about your dream?”
“He says my father’s enemies kidnapped me to blackmail my family, and my mother called him for help because my kidnappers were in his old territory. He found me and brought me back, but she told him that I was older than I really was so he wouldn’t suspect anything. After that, he lost contact with her, and then he found out she died.”
“Do you believe him?”
“I don’t know yet. He wants to do a test to see if he’s my father.”
“Do you want to do it?” I gently rub his shoulder.
“My father would’ve killed me if he’d even suspected I wasn’t his son, so I don’t think Mauro’s my biological father. But...”
“But maybe your father didn’t have a reason to suspect.”
“I don’t know. I need a drink.”
I go with Alessandro to the table with drinks. He grabs a glass of whiskey and downs it.
“Do you want something?” he asks.
