Page 78 of Betrayed By Sin
Returning home was surreal, as Sin’s wife, as Magnolia Donati. There are no more treaty lines, no more wars between us. Everything is falling into place, and now that we can work together, alongside the Caputo’s and other families in New York, we will be able to tear apart the Nero’s before they rip us all apart.
I can’t believe how quickly I’ve adapted to this life, to the violence of it all. It’s in my blood, I assume. I will do anything to protect our families.
Sin is in the kitchen, humming low as he makes coffee, and Bria lounges on the couch, scrolling through her phone. The house smells faintly of brewed coffee beans and pastries, reminding my commitment to the coffee shop. I already talked to Victoria, who freaked out about my marriage and told me to take two weeks off.
Peace. Normalcy. A life that feels like it could belong to me.
I stretch on the sofa, a laugh escaping me as Axle nudges my hand. “Good morning, troublemaker,” I murmur.
Sin leans against the counter, smirk tugging at his lips. “Good morning, wife,” he says, voice rough but easy. “Sleep well?”
“Like a baby,” I answer, stretching again, the weight of yesterday melting slightly in the comfort of this house. Bria laughs from the couch, a funny video I assume.
For the first time in weeks, it feels like everything might actually be okay.
Just as Sin places a warm mug in my hands, the front door swings open, loud enough to make me jump. Cameron strides in, eyes blazing, holding something in his hands.
“Magnolia,” he calls, voice tight, controlled, but sharp. “We need to talk. Now.”
I shoot up, heart thudding. “What’s wrong? Is Mom okay?”
“She’s fine.” He simmers in anger. “She left for Italy this morning. I’m not here for any family matters, I’m here because you married a fucking con artist.”
Sin tenses, moving in front of me like a shield. “Get out.” His tone is low, dangerous.
“Open invitation, remember?” Cameron spits. He holds up a small folder, and against my better judgment I walk over and take it from him.
I open the yellow folder. A single sheet of paper lies inside.
Confidential Agreement
This document certifies thatSin Donatihas agreed to provide the Nero family with intelligence regarding the Rusco operations in New York. In exchange, the Nero family guarantees protection, financial compensation,and the elimination of rivals as deemed necessary.
Signed,
Sin Donati
“Where did you get this from?” My voice shakes, knowing Sin’s distinct signature.
Sin peeks over my shoulder, shakes his head, and backs out of the room with a deep laugh.
“What’s so fucking funny?” Cameron shouts, but Sin is already disappearing down the hall.
“Let me see.” Bria grabs the paper, reading it over with the same confused look I have.
Sin returns, holding out a green folder. “What’s so funny, is I had the same thing left on my front step this morning.”
I step back, my pulse accelerating. “What is happening?”
“You’re lying,” Cameron spits. “You are fucking lying!”
I look to Sin, desperate. “We’re not supposed to be hiding things from each other.”
“I know.” He kisses my forehead, calm in a way that only makes Cameron’s rage sharper. “I was planning on talking to you about it after breakfast. We promised no more jumping to conclusions and that is exactly what I was avoiding. Thinking, not acting.”
“You expect her to believe that?” Cameron scoffs. His glare cuts into me before snapping back to Sin. “How do I know it wasn’t you?”
Sin advances, dropping the folder onto the ground, and he is, in fact, correct. They’re identical copies, with names switched.
