Page 25 of Savage Vow (Mafia Marriages 3)

I give a mere shrug.

So, what if I am?

Karina exhales a loud sigh. “If we’re going to be married, I feel like I should know something about you.”

Again, she isn’t wrong. But I don’t open myself up to just anyone. Wife or not, no one said the arrangement meant that we had to sleep together.

Not that we haven’t already done that before.

“What do you do for a living?” she asks. “I mean other than kill people.” A nervous laugh escapes past her lips.

While I’m not a hitman, I’ve killed more than my share of men. Usually, those men have information to give but refuse to speak. “I’m an interrogator for the Rinaldi family,” I say.

She presses her lips together. “Interrogator? That’s what you were doing to that guy in the hotel room?”

I clear my throat. Karina asks a lot of questions, more than I’m comfortable answering.

While I already know she works as a nurse, I don’t know what brought her to that profession. However, she could ask the same of me. Maybe steering clear of our current jobs would be best.

“You have a twin sister.”

“That’s not a question,” she points out. The swing glides effortlessly and I realize the movement is helping me relax.

“You interrupted me before I could ask a question,” I say.

“Go ahead.” She gestures with her hands for me to continue.

“What’s it like having a twin sister? Do you two live together?” I didn’t expect what happened earlier when we went to pick up her belongings.

A faint smile tugs at the corners of her lips. She catches me staring, and her cheeks blush. “Ivy and I may look alike, but we are complete opposites. Sometimes the only thing I think we have in common is our looks and our parents.”

“That’s two things,” I point out.

She laughs under her breath and shrugs. “Yeah, I guess it is. And yes, she lives with me. She helps me around the house, earns her keep since she’s a party girl.”

“That explains Nico’s Engagement party.”

“Oh my gosh, you remember that?” Her cheeks turn even redder.

How could I not remember that night?

“Yes,” I say with a wry grin. “I remember every second of it.” I can’t help but glance her up and down.

She covers her face with her hand.

“Don’t be shy, Micetta,” I say, reaching for her hand and bringing it down to her lap. “I like it when you blush.”

Her cheeks burn brighter on my confession.

“I don’t make it a habit of showing up at parties uninvited,” Karina says. She chews her bottom lip between her teeth as she speaks. “Ivy talked me into joining her and that, what we did, it isn’t like me.”

Memories of that night. My fingers pushing her dress higher flit through my head. “No judgment from me.” I enjoyed every minute of her writhing beneath me.

She struggles to meet my stare. “Do you have any siblings?” she asks, trying to change the subject.

“You’ve met him, Giovan,” I say.

Her eyes widen as the realization dawns on her who my brother is since she already met him. “Oh, I didn’t realize you both were related.”

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