Page 79 of Virtuous Lies

“Who the fuck is she?” I yell, slamming my fist against the glass wall that shields him from me.

“My sister!” he yells back.

My chin drops. “What?”

He slams off the water, grabbing his towel and drying himself. “She’s my fucking sister, Bianca.”

“But it was only you and Roberto.”

“Apparently not.” He throws his towel on a hook, moving into our bedroom and tugging on a pair of boxers.

“I don’t understand.”

He sighs. “She turned up days before we were married. My father had an affair with the wife of another capo.”

I suck in a sharp breath. “Who?”

“Rita Romano,” he answers.

“Big Joey’s wife?” I clarify. “I thought she died.”

He shrugs. “Rita got pregnant. My father knew the ramifications. Both of them would’ve been killed. You don’t fuck someone else’s wife. He helped her run away and then went about his life like nothing was amiss.”

“I didn’t know.”

“No one did. My father isn’t alive to confirm or deny, and her mother is dead.”

My eyebrows pull together. “Are you certain?”

“DNA test. We’re related.”

“Why didn’t you just tell me?”

He drops onto our bed. “Enzo, Leo, and I are the only ones aware of her existence right now. We don’t know what this means for Gabriella. We’re trying to work out how to protect her and how to pull her into the family without questions being raised.”

“If they’re both dead, does it matter?”

He falls backward into the mattress. “She’s also related to Dante and Luna. I’d need to tell them first.”

I wait for him to continue.

He sighs. “But when I do that, they’ll realize their mother had an affair with my father, and Big Joey is still alive. He’s a vengeful prick, and that will cause issues for Gabriella.”

“And you,” I guess.

“I can take care of myself. Big Joey never moved past his wife leaving him. Plus, Rita technically chose Gabriella over Luna and Dante. How can I be certain they won’t hold it against her?”

“You can’t,” I agree.

“Come here,dolcezza.” He pats his lap, and I go willingly. “Stop accusing me of fucking other women,” he mumbles. “My dick only gets hard for you.”

Pulling at my skirt, I edge it to my waist, letting my thighs spread wide enough to fit his hardness to my core.

“See.”

“The thought of you with someone else—”

“Isn’t a reality. My dirty, little whore, you give me everything I need.” He thrust his hips upward, and I moan.

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