Page 49 of The Don's Forbidden Obsession

“Betrami?” I asked, heatedly. “Is this a fucking joke?”

He shook his head. “I wish it were. And it isn’t just the same last name. It’s his fucking daughter, Boss.”

That son of a bitch.

That fucking son of a bitch!

Fury surged through my veins. I wanted to burn the world.

I kicked the coffee table forcefully across the room. I turned back to Enzo, my breath heavy. I seethed.

Had he sent her here?

I felt betrayed.

Manipulated.

What good was I as a don if I hadn’t seen this coming?

Still unable to contain my anger, I swung forcefully at the mirror next to us. It had always hung in the entryway.

Until now.

Glass shattered, scattering shards across the floor, and some embedding themselves into my knuckles. I winced.

“Boss,” Enzo said quietly.

I turned to him, anger dripping out of me.

I needed to get myself together. I knew I did. But I wasn’t sure I could just then.

Breathing heavily, I tried to regain my composure, but the storm within me continued to rage.

A fucking cop.

Dominic Betrami’s daughter.

Which was the reason she was in my life? Was it both?

“Boss, who is she?” he asked. “Why did you have me look her up?”

I ignored him.

Had I let my guard down so much that I hadn’t seen a snake in the garden?

I took a deep breath, the broken mirror and damaged surroundings a reminder of just how dangerous I could be.

* * *

“I’m going to kidnap her…”I said plainly as we stood in the middle of the office in the back of my shut-down club.

Enzo and Dimitri laughed as I sat at my desk. “Excuse me?” Dimitri asked, leaning forward on the desk, holding his hand to my forehead. “You have a fever?”

I nodded. “I got intel that this woman was trying to make me, and that’s why she’s been hanging around,” I lied. “I’m going to kidnap her. Cut off Dominic at the fucking kneecaps.”

“Dude,” Enzo said. “You don’t think that maybe it’s a—”

I held up my hand to stop him from talking.

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