Twisted Obsession – Underworld Kings Read Online Dani Rene

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Dark, Mafia, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 73655 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 368(@200wpm)___ 295(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
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"Yes, because this is the only man who is new to your family," Luna informs me easily, as if she already knew that he would be the one working for her uncle. As if she is here because of him. My nerves are shot, and my rage intensifies when she stalks around the desk. "I'm not a spy. You stole me from my family, but this man..." she leans in, allowing her lips to trail over my ear. "He's the one that I don't feel comfortable around."

My eyes meet hers. "And you expect me to trust you?"

"If you don't, you may end up in that chair with blood drenching the carpet," she informs me of a moment I would rather forget. My hand grips her neck, holding her by the delicate column as I bring her closer. Before I can say anything more, Luna whispers, "Word gets around. Questioning them in the same room that they probably know like the back of their hand isn't going to help."

Her words sink in slowly, and that's the moment I realize my father didn’t chose the woman only for her beauty, it was for her intellect.

"Then show me, little dancer, "I coo in her ear, earning me a soft shiver from the woman who will soon wear my ring, bear my name, and give birth to my heirs. He didn't realize I would accept this; I know that. My father knew I would fight tooth and nail, but for me to finally come to terms with making Luna my wife, probably wasn't on his radar.

"I'd be happy to, she informs me before slipping around the desk and sliding onto my lap. I don't know how I’m meant to question the last of my Capos like this, but I'm going to leave it to my future wife.

Chapter 27

Luna

I can't believe he's allowing me to sit in on this meeting. Or better yet, interrogation. He's tense, I can feel it in his shoulders as he allows me to slip onto his lap. His hands grip me tightly, holding on as if he needs my presence to ground him.

"No talking," he whispers quietly. His hand squeezes my hip, and I know it's a warning for me to be silent. But I'm confused by his actions. Enzo is not a man to do something without a plan. There must be a reason he’s keeping me here when he's going about his business.

I lean against him before asking, "Why allow me in here if I'm not meant to talk?"

Enzo glances at me, his lashes fluttering on his cheeks before he leans and murmurs in my ear, "Perhaps having you here will jolt his memory. Nothing like a pretty girl to make a man talk more than he should." On one hand, I understand that, but I can't deny my annoyance is through the roof. But instead of responding, I sigh as the door opens and an older man walks in. He looks vaguely familiar. However, I know I haven't formally met him before.

When his gaze lands on me in Enzo's lap, his eyes widen, but the flicker of shock is quickly quelled. "Enzo," he says as he settles in the chair opposite the ornate desk. "You need your fiancée to do business?"

A chuckle reverberates through Enzo's chest. "Not at all, but she'll soon be my queen, and she needs to know what's going on within the Familia."

"What is going on?" the older man asks as he rests his ankle over the opposite knee. He doesn't seem at all perturbed at being in the office, but each time his eyes flicker to mine, it's with familiarity. As if he knows me. But I can’t recall where I’ve seen him.

Perhaps he knew my father. Enzo responds, breaking my thought process, "There are a few things I need you to tell me, Giuseppe," he pauses for a moment before continuing, "You've been receiving payments in an offshore account for the past eight months. You've also been seen with Valentino when he was known to be working with Tommaso. The time frame makes me think you may have had something to do with my parent's murder."

"How dare you accuse me of such a blasphemous thing!" The older man's face turns dark with rage. His wrinkles creasing further as he scowls at us.

"Is that why you recognized my soon to be wife the moment you walked in?" Enzo challenges, keeping his cool. The man is like a robot when it comes to his business, no emotions tinge his voice. "Because I can read a liar from a mile away. And you, Giuseppe, smell like a rat."

"Whatever you think you know is purely coincidence. I've never—"

Enzo's grip on my hips tightens, his fingers holding me as if I were his life raft and he's about to sink into the depths of his anger. "Coincidence?" His voice only now taking on a violent grit that makes my spine tingle. "What we found doesn't add up to just some random mistake," he informs the older man who is glaring at me.



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