Page 48 of Surprise Twins for the Mafia Prince
“There are a lot of us, baby.”
“Exactly how many?”
I sigh. “My father and brother. My uncle and his new wife. They’ll have a child soon too. My Aunt Antonia. She’s Alessio’s mother?—”
“Wait a minute. Iaskedhim if he was an Andretti the day we met!” Her face turns a concerning shade of red with anger.
“Alessio’s last name is DeLuca, his father’s surname, but he’s an Andretti by blood.”
“Damn it.” She slaps the door beside her, letting out an angry growl that’s cute as hell. I don’t tell her that though. I’d rather keep my balls attached.
“He’s a good guy, Paige.”
She shakes her head and looks out the window. I follow her gaze and see that we’re almost back at the apartment building.
“I...I don’t think you can possibly understand how hard this is for me,” she says. “Sometimes I feel like I can get past this for the sake of our babies, and when it comes to you alone, I think that I can. I know you were only a kid when my father was killed. But the rest of your family...I don’t know how to be okay with them. I’m not sure I ever can.”
Fuck. I’ve never been one to have much regret, especially not for something I didn’t even do, but I wish I could change the past, make it so that my girl didn’t suffer the way she did. I hate knowing that she had such a hard life, and I want her to trust me, to accept my family.
But there’s no turning back time. I have to find a different way to help her move past what happened to her father.
“You know Alessio already. Just promise that you’ll consider calling him if you need someone to go with you somewhere. He doesn’t have to be your first option, but nothing trumps your safety. The Bratva are making threats against the Andrettis, againstme, and I can’t let anything happen to you. I’ll leave you home without a bodyguard, but you have to promise to call one of the numbers in your phone if you leave. If the only person available is an Andretti, you call that person, or you stay home.”
“I will,” she says after a moment of contemplation. “I won’t do anything stupid. I know the twins are important to you.”
“It’s not just the twins that I care about.”
Before she can respond, I press a chaste kiss to her lips. The car stops moving as I pull away. We’re in the underground parking garage beneath the apartment building.
“I think I need a nap,” Paige says as we exit the car.
Moving closer, I wrap an arm around her waist and guide her to the elevator. She rests her head on my shoulder as we ride up to our floor. The elevator doesn’t stop. We’re alone inside, and I’m content like this, watching our reflections in the shiny metal as she leans against me.
When we arrive at the apartment, Paige goes up to her room, while I head into the kitchen. I’m not one to display pictures. My décor is exactly what my interior decorator put in place the week before I moved in, and I’ve never had the desire to change it.
But now, there’s one picture that I want to see every day. Going to the refrigerator, I grab the only magnet I own, one that came in the mail from my car insurance company with my agent’s name and phone number. I’m not sure why I didn’t throw it away, but as I attach the ultrasound photo to my refrigerator, I’m glad I’ve got it.
There’s a knock at the door, and I check the camera. It’s Officer Mogen, the beat cop that I ordered to get me information about Keith Foley’s murder. I open the door but stand in the doorway instead of letting him inside.
“You got what I need?” I ask.
“Yep. There’s not much there, but I pulled the whole file.”
I take the brown folder from him and shut the door. There’s no need to thank a man I’m blackmailing.
Tucking the folder under my arm, I head to my home office. I lock the door and settle into the chair behind my desk. Wasting no time, I flip open the folder and scan the report.
Everything that Paige told me checks out. Keith Foley was found dead in his car. Cause of death was gunshot wounds to the head and chest. Body was burned beyond recognition.
That gives me pause.
Paige told me that the car was set on fire, but I didn’t realize his body was only identifiable because it was in his car in the parking lot of his business. Someone was trying to send a message, and I understand why the assumption is that my family is responsible, especially since he stole from my father.
But I’ve never known my dad to lie to me. He has no reason to. He’s the Don, and he does what he has to do to keep the organization running. He answers to no one.
If he’d killed Keith, or ordered it done, he’d tell me.
So that leaves the big question I need to answer;what the fuck happened to Keith Foley?
