Page 50 of Savage Vow (Mafia Marriages 3)

I don’t know how the hell he does that.

“When?” Giovan asks.

I throw my hands into the air. “How about when I discovered that she had a son?”

“If I had to bet, I’d put money on it that the boy is yours,” Giovan says. “If it were me, I’d take a DNA sample. Get the kid to give you a mouth swab or hair sample. Whatever it takes and send it in to be tested. Quickly and quietly.”

I can’t imagine the kid being quiet about anything. Ashton seems like a momma’s boy, but then again, it’s not like his father is in the picture.

Why is that?

I don’t want to believe that Ashton could be mine. I lift the picture from the desk, staring at the image of myself from when I was five.

The resemblance is striking.

He’s mine.

I know he’s my son. I feel it in the pit of my stomach. The ache of worry and dread that she hid her pregnancy from me. That she hidhimfrom me.

What did Karina tell her son about his father? Did she lie to him, just like she lied to me?

---