Page 53 of The Don's Hidden Heir

I sit on the sofa across from them and scrutinize him. “Why are you the rebel?”

He drags his attention back to the video game. “My brother hasn’t told you yet?”

“Told me what?”

“Hear it from the horse’s mouth. I really don’t care what he says to you.”

The question leaves my mouth before I can stop it. “Are you a made man?” Dominic and Marcus are, I don’t believe there’s any way Vincent could have escaped the Romano fate.

“I’m not.” He looks at me again and smiles. “Are you disappointed?”

“Why would I be?” If anything, relief washes over me. It means there is a chance Lucas doesn’t need to be part of the mafia. “Is there a reason you chose not to be part the mafia?”

He shrugs. “Bloodshed. Cruelty. None of those words describe me. I’d rather party and fuck.”

“Language! You can’t use words like that when you’re with your nephew.”

A cocky smile quirks his lips. “Relax. It’s not like I brought a whore home for him to fuck or something.”

I roll my eyes. Vincent might not be part of the mafia, but he’s just as crazy as his brothers. “No cuss words and no fucks or whores around him.”

“Aye, captain,” he jokes.

I huff a laugh. I have a feeling I’m going to like the youngest Romano brother.

“Have you guys had breakfast?”

“Yes, Mommy,” Lucas answers. “I knocked to wake you for breakfast, but I guess you were fast asleep.”

I flush and bite my lips. My stomach growls painfully and straighten. “Mom’s going to have breakfast. Have fun.”

Dominic and Marcus are in the dining room when I walk in and they both stop talking as if they were discussing something they didn’t want me to hear.

I feel Dominic’s eyes on me as I round the table and pull out a chair next to his and across Marcus . “Good morning.”

They both stare at me and neither one of them responds to my greeting.

“What were you two discussing?” I ask, grabbing a slice of toast and spreading Nutella on it.

“None of your business,” Marcus says, his voice so gruff it’s malicious.

What the hell is his problem?

“Do you have to be an ass all the fucking time, Marcus?” I ask, contemplating the slice of deliciousness my mouth is watering for. “Why do you hate me so much?”

He sighs and huffs. “Peterson is not who you think he is.”

“Marcus,” Dominic warns.

“What? She’s curious, it’s only right she knows what the hell is going on.”

I swallow, confused. “What do you mean?”

“He’s our father’s younger brother. His real name is real name is Federico Romano.”

My jaw drops. When I manage to close my mouth again, I snort. “That’s not possible. Everyone knows David Peterson. There’s no way he is your uncle.” I look to Dominic, expecting him to agree with me, but I can tell from the look in his eyes that won’t happen.

I drop my unfinished toast back to the plate. I’m no longer hungry. “Is he really your uncle?”

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