Page 16 of Mafia Boss's Fake Wife

Now, he says it like a curse.

"Marco, you-"

"We're here," he interrupts.

That we are.

I put the car in park, looking down as Marco unbuckles his seat.

He doesn't look back.

The door opens, my shit car groaning as Marco shifts. I blink, my eyes unexpectedly hot as I look out after him.

I wait for him to say something. Anything.

The door slams instead.

Blinking back tears that I didn't know were there, I put the car in drive and head to the office.

By the time I get there, I've mostly composed myself. My heart rate is somewhat normal, and I don't feel the need to explode into a basket case of tears anymore.

At least, I don't think so.

I park in my assigned spot, then take the back staircase to the main entrance. Once there, I scan my badge, pressing against the gate as I wait for it to open...

The electronic beep of denial greets me instead.

I frown, scanning my badge again. The light, which always lights up green to allow me access, flashes.

Red.

I blink.

"Ms. Kennedy?"

Colin, the security agent who supervises the door, is coming over. I shoot him a smile and wave my badge at him.

"Hey Col. For some reason my badge doesn't seem to work..."

My voice trails off as I see the look in his eyes.

"I need you to come with me," he says, his voice solemn.

It's the seriousness that makes me flinch.

Silently, my heart in my throat, I follow Colin.

Straight into one of the interrogation rooms.

I've been sitting at the table, sweating, for what feels like an hour before I finally hear the door click open.

I look up, my palms sweating, as Seamus enters the room.

"Seamus," I breathe. "What the hell is going on?"

His face is drawn, making my heart sink.

"When were you going to tell us that you were related to Kieran MacAntyre?"

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