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Remember, we are trying to help Angela and not ruin things for her. I took a deep breath, forcing a smile as I kept my voice as calm as possible, hoping to pass my message across successfully. “Now, I may not know what happened to her with her past boyfriends, but I assumed something terrible went wrong. Especially since Alessandro mentioned a guy named Niko.” I saw the moment Carlo's body stiffened, muscles on his jaw flexing. Okay, got it. Niko was bad news.

"Oh, please. You left the club with the Vincenzo De Luca. You think we wouldn’t find out?" Nico grinned. "Babe, the man owns half the damn city. And he just so happened to take you home? We did our research." Noel groaned, dragging his hands down his face. "Guys, nothing happened, and nothing will, okay? And we didn’t even fuck!" Ariel and Nico gasped. Ariel clutched her chest. "What do you mean you didn’t fuck?!" Nico narrowed his eyes. "So let me get this straight…you had the chance to be railed into a new tax bracket and you just… what? Slept?!"

Angela approached me and crouched over, speaking in a voice that only the both of us could hear. "Nico is the lovechild of my relationship with Luca. We've been together far longer than you can ever imagine." I felt a sledgehammer smashing right into my chest at her words, but I didn't let it show on my face. "You're exactly like your mother," she chuckled lightly. "You're both useless bitches who can't even hold on to their own husbands." I looked at her with determination and said, "So what? You want to be the next Mrs. Bernardi? It's just a title. I can just give it to you if you want it."

He was already turning, jaw clenched, when Asher’s voice stopped him. “Why don’t you just tell Luca that you’re into men?” Nico froze mid-step. Why hadn’t he told Luca? At first, he hadn’t intended to hide it. He wasn’t ashamed. Sarah—Luca’s mother—had known he was gay. She’d been the only woman he’d ever slept with. The night Luca was conceived had been nothing more than drunken, horny impulse. He didn’t regret having his son, though. When Sarah died in childbirth, her parents had fought for custody. Nico had fought back in court and won.

“I found a note. She didn’t want to leave, but he forced her. And I found a picture of her with a man, but I don’t recognize him.” Nero is way too quiet and I just know it can’t be a good thing. “What do you know about this?” I ask, my voice low, barely containing my anger. “Do you know who this guy is?” “Yeah. I do.” I stop pacing, my eyes narrowing on him. “Who?”

It was pass seven in the night and we were headed to one of the nightclub owned by L'Angelo. Santino had assured me that there was no way, L'Angelo would be there. He was currently in a meeting with the Niccolo's. Another Mafiosi family. "What is he doing with the Niccolo's?" I asked and shrugged. "Maybe marriage? or their just drinking up everything. Laurel wants to run her own squad and her dear Daddy wants L'Angelos help in return for something." Santino said. "Oh." I nodded. The same Laurel I found him kissing in the basement that day.

Nico just stared at me. And then, slowly, his face changed—blank at first. Then surprised. Then horrified. And finally, rage. “You’re not sure?” he said, his voice dangerously low. I didn’t respond. I couldn’t. My throat had closed up. “You’re telling me this now? After we’ve had sex—what? Four, five times—without protection?” His voice rose with every word. “What the fuck, Gianna?” “I didn’t think it would matter—”

“M‍y name is Nico. Nico Mo‍retti and the Nikolai you know w‌as my twin⁠ broth‌er.” T‍he world tilted, “That’s not possi‌ble,” I whispered. “Believe me,” he said coo⁠lly, “‌this is no joke.” ⁠Fea⁠r spike‌d as his hand s⁠uddenly‌ closed around my neck,⁠ p‌inning me bac‌k. I g‍asped, panic exp⁠loding in my chest. “You knew he was a Moretti,” h⁠e growled. “Ho⁠w‌ could you not kno‌w‍ he ha‌d a twin?”

“I hear she’s a sweet piece of ass. Is that true?” “She’s not without her merits,” Nico says, taking out his phone and showing it to Rico. I had forgotten that I sent him some pictures of her when I discovered the relationship between her and Saccone. “Damn,” Nico says. Rico removes himself from his corner to go look and he whistles. Nico looks up at me and says, “You’re definitely fucking her. I’ll be all over that if I were you.” “Not all of us lose our minds when we see a woman.”

“Hold up… You said you got your piece from my brother, right?” Angelo asked skeptically “Yeah” “Does that mean he is one of them?” He asked, feeling unsure of his feelings. “No. He isn't. They wouldn't wanna kill him if he's one of them.” She reasoned. “Alright. Now tell me all you know about this scorpione nero you speak about.” Angelo asked. He was really curious to hear about them. If they wanted to take out Giovanni, then they were more dangerous than he thought.