Page 74 of Mafia Boss's Fake Wife

There’s a relief.

Me: Who organized the hit?

Elio: Why is Andrei Moretti chasing you?

Ah.

Me: Tell you later.

Elio: Friends don’t tell friends that.

Me: Yes they do.

Elio: Fuck you. I swear to fucking god, if Moretti comes near my family…

Me: He’s in Europe. I’m in Europe. I’ll make sure he stays here.

Elio: Use one of the central safe houses.

Now there’s an idea.

Me: Thanks.

I snap the phone shut right as we pull up along the dock. I stick my hand out to Roisin to help her onto the dock, and she takes it.

That’s a good sign.

I pay the captain using a phone transfer, then tug Roisin into town. “Stassiand Liam are fine.”

She sags with relief. “How did you find out?”

“Elio. He sent one of his lieutenants over.”

“That was fast.”

The boat ride had been hours long. “I imagine they were nearby.”

Roisin sighs. “Where are they?”

“Don’t know,” I grumble. “Don’t care.”

Roisin looks back at me with confusion.

I scan the surrounding town. It’s bigger than the last one, but still tiny. “We need to go find somewhere to sleep, and something to eat. I need to pull out some cash, and then we need to get to Switzerland.”

She blinks. “Switzerland?”

“Keep your voice down,” I whisper. “Yes.”

“Marco. How the hell is that going to help?”

“It will keep you safe,” I growl. Why can’t she fucking see that?

Roisin shakes her head. “I need to stay here, in Ireland. I can’t be a fugitive. And I certainly can’t look like I’m guilty enough to run to a country that doesn’t always play nice with extradition.”

Fucking hell. “Roisin. You will be going to Switzerland if it’s the last thing we fucking do.”

“No, I won’t,” she says.

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