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.
