Page 11 of Surprise Twins for the Mafia Prince
Suddenly he’s in front of me again. Dario towers over me, pointing in my face as he snarls, “You’re a liar, and I’m not buying it. You were the only person in that hotel room with me, and I saw you leave with the cup. Now, tell me where it is or I’ll make you.”
Bile rises to the back of my throat, and I’m horrified as tears fill my eyes. All the fear, all the memories, all the nightmares from my childhood come roaring back in a tidal wave of panic.
“A-Are you going to kill me like your dad killed mine?”
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DARIO
I’m not takenby surprise often, but Paige’s question hits me like a sucker punch. My spine snaps straight, and I move back a step.
I prefer the distance anyway. Getting close enough to smell her lavender perfume takes my mind back to the night we spent together, her skin against mine, her lips parted in pleasure. I don’t want to think about that right now. I need to focus on finding the drive and nothing else.
Especially not fucking her. Or the fact that she’s pregnant.
Those things don’t matter. She’s a pain in my ass that needs to be dealt with. A complication I never saw coming.
But I can’t hold back my curiosity. “What do you mean? My father killed yours? Who the hell are you?”
Nothing came up in her history about this. Shaw is too thorough to miss something that significant. Unless...
Paige bites her bottom lip, her eyes dropping to the floor. I press my lips together and wait. She’s already let too much slip, andI’m not letting her get away with keeping secrets now. I want answers. Ialwaysget what I want.
“My name used to be Paige Foley. My father was Keith Foley.”
The name is familiar, but I can’t place it. I know all of our current enemies, but if my father killed the man, that could have happened before I was actively involved in the organization.
Paige must be able to read my blank expression because she scoffs. “I guess it didn’t mean much to you guys, huh? You just kill people all the time, don’t you?”
The contempt in her voice is another shock. She was scared when she saw me here, and I assumed it was because I’d broken into her house, but it seems that there’s history here I don’t know about. History written in blood.
“Tell me what the hell you’re talking about,” I demand, my voice hardening to steel.
She rolls her eyes at me. Rolls. Her. Eyes.
I can’t think of the last time someone disrespected me like that. Men have been gutted for less. It seems that talking about daddy dearest has shifted her fear to anger.
“My dad was the accountant for the Andrettis, and I know you’re one of them.”
I don’t bother to deny it. “What did he do?”
She glares at me for a moment, those hazel eyes flashing with a fury that almost makes me take another step back. Almost.
“They said he stole from them. Your family makes billions, but they decided to kill my dad over a couple hundred thousand dollars.”
I smirk. “I guess being a thief runs in the family.”
“Of course, that’s your response.” Her voice cracks like a bullwhip. “I didn’t steal a flash drive, but that’s not the point. You don’t even care about a man being killed.”
“It sounds like he deserved it.”
She flinches as if I’d slapped her, and it scrapes something raw inside me. I shove it aside. I don’t do guilt.
“They shot him in his car and set the thing on fire! I was only ten years old and couldn’t even say a proper goodbye to my dad at his funeral because there was hardly anything left of him.”
“Sounds like a good way to send a message.” I keep my voice flat, emotionless. “People need to know that when you cross the Andrettis, you pay a price.”
I’m trying to make a point here, hoping that she’ll finally admit to taking the flash drive and tell me where it is. But I’m not sure that she gets my point as fire flares in her eyes.
