Page 52 of Dirty Little Sins
HEAVY WEIGHT CHAMP CLAIMS HE'S HEIR TO THE ITALIAN MAFIA THRONE AND EXPLOITS DEAD MOBSTER’S GODDAUGHTER TO PROVE HIS POINT.
"What the holy fuck!" Vincent exploded and I couldn't speak. Not with the pain radiating through my body as if I'd literally been stabbed in the back. First, the money and now this.
“Wait. Romeo Rossi is dead?" I croaked out.
Gabe nodded his head. "Official news hit the internet only a few hours ago. The timing between that and this is incredibly suspect."
"Zia." Vincent reached for me and I reared back. My stomach was on fire. Everything was on fire. He couldn't touch me. Not now, not ever.
"You're his son?" Those three words were the only ones I could get out as my brain tried to comprehend this news.
"Yes, but—"
"And that makes me what? A pawn in some power play? You weren't at that party because of some fan. You set me up. Why?" I staggered back as the possibilities infected my mind. "Oh God. You helped him. I was right all along. You lied to me repeatedly and like an idiot I fell for it."
"It wasn't like that. Zia, let me explain."
He tried to wrap his arms around me and I fought against him, flinging my arms wildly to get free. But the burning in my stomach had turned to heaves and I couldn't do more than clutch my stomach a moment before I lost control and puked my guts out.
All over both men…
The bearer of bad news and the liar.
