Page 68 of Mafia Don's Twisted Proposal
“I can’t believe you didn’t tell us about this,” Dario says. He sounds furious.
“I didn’t want many people to know,” Lorenzo replies. “I didn’t even tell Paolo. It doesn’t feel right talking about her past before I tell her.”
Her?My blood turns to ice. Could he be talking about me?
“Well, now the Bratva knows,” Luca says.
I hear Lorenzo’s heavy sigh. “I should’ve killed that fucking doctor when he told me about Mia. But I thought he’d be smart enough to keep his mouth shut.”
At the sound of my name, a ringing starts in my ears.What doctor?
“He realized his information was valuable,” Dario says bitterly. “I bet Kozlov paid him well for it.”
A dull thud—probably Lorenzo’s fist hitting his desk.
“He’ll learn from this mistake. If I get my hands on him again, it’ll be the last lesson he ever receives.”
“You’re going to have to tell her,” Dario says. “She’s going to be upset, but this puts an even bigger target on her back.”
“Yeah,” Luca adds with dark humor. “Who would’ve thought there was something that would make her more of a target than just being married to Lorenzo Andretti?”
“It’s not funny,” Lorenzo snaps. “Kozlov thinks coming after my wife will give him an advantage, but he doesn’t know who he’s fucking with.”
How would coming after me help the Russians? None of this makes sense.
“Too many people know the truth now,” Dario says. “You have to tell her who her real family is.”
The words hit me like a sledgehammer to the chest.
Real family?
All thoughts of being cautious flee my mind as I burst through the door.
“What the hell is he talking about?”
26
LORENZO
Fuck.
It wasn’t supposed to happen like this. I didn’t want her to find out by eavesdropping on a conversation that was meant to buy me more time.
She’s standing in front of my desk, demanding answers I know she deserves. Her chest rises and falls with each rapid breath, and those brown eyes blaze with fury that could melt steel.
I deserve whatever she’s about to unleash on me.
I glance at Dario and Luca, jerking my chin toward the door. We need to be alone for this conversation. They take the hint and slip out without a word.
“Answer me, Lorenzo,” she snaps the moment Dario closes the door behind him.
Would’ve been helpful if he’d done that when we came in here, but it doesn’t matter now. It’s time for Mia to know the truth anyway.
“Take a seat, baby.” I push back from my desk and gesture toward the leather couch against the wall.
She crosses her arms and plants her feet, stubborn as always. Even when I lower myself onto one end of the couch, she refuses to budge.
“It’s going to be a long conversation. Settle in.”
