The Mafia’s Obsession
They had taken the babies.
I paced the small cell like a caged animal, heart hammering with a mixture of terror and fury. The authorities had separated us immediately — Matteo in one wing, me in another, the twins whisked away “for their protection.” Priya and my father were somewhere in this same building, but I couldn’t bring myself to care right now.
The only thing that mattered was getting back to Matteo and our sons.
Hours later, the door opened. Two guards escorted me to an interrogation room. Matteo was already there, chained to the table, looking every bit the dangerous mafia heir even in handcuffs. His dark eyes lifted the moment I entered, and the raw relief that flooded his face n
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