Page 96 of Surprise Twins for the Mafia Prince
“But...I’m your daughter. I’m pregnant with your grandchildren. You can’t just hand me over to them.” My voice breaks. Cracks into pieces.
“Come on, Paige. It’s been fifteen years. I moved on. Didn’t expect to ever see you again, so it’s easy not to feel much now.”
It would hurt less if he stabbed me in the heart.
I mourned him. I cried for him. Built my life around the idea that he died protecting something.
But he was never worth mourning.
All those tears I shed over him—just wasted water.
“Don’t be glum,” he says. “You’re helping your old man out. Twenty grand goes a long way in a city like Vegas.”
I barely hear him now.
There’s blood rushing in my ears, my pulse thundering through my veins like a stampede.
I think I might be freaking out—but I can’t afford the luxury of a breakdown right now.
I need to think. To plan. To get out before the Russians show up.
As soon as the thought takes shape, I hear it—multiple engines outside.
My head snaps toward the window, and there they are. Three black cars pull up, slow and deliberate, lining the curb like something out of a nightmare.
My heart sinks. Is it too late?
But something’s off. My father doesn’t look pleased. His brow furrows as he stares at the cars, his body tensing.
“What the fuck?” he mutters, rising from the couch and drifting toward the window.
While he’s distracted, I see movement in the corner of my eye. My body jolts with panic—but then relief floods through me.
Dario.
He slips into the room from the kitchen like a shadow, silent and lethal. A whimper escapes me without warning, and Dario’s head snaps in my direction.
He doesn’t say a word. Just moves.
In seconds, he plants himself between me and my father. My father’s gaze drags away from the window, drawn by the sudden shift in the room.
“Son of a bitch,” he snarls, glaring at Dario.
“It’s over, Keith,” Dario says, and I notice the gun in his hand. He’s holding it down at his side, but that doesn’t make it any less of a threat. “That’s my dad and our men outside. You’re not getting away this time.”
My father stumbles back a step, panic rising in his eyes like floodwater.
“No. Get the fuck out of here. I’m involved with the Bratva, you know. They’ll come after you if something happens to me.”
Even I can hear the lie in his voice.
Dario smirks, and it’s not a pleasant expression. It’s the smile a predator gives right before the kill.
“Kozlov doesn’t give a shit about you. Hell, he barely cares about his family. But I guess you can relate to that.”
There’s something dark in Dario’s face now, something cold and furious. My father goes pale, lips twitching like he’s struggling to speak.
“I’m taking Paige out of here. Don’t try to stop us. I don’t want to have to kill you in front of her.”
