The Mafia's Kidnapped Bride
“Don’t look so pissed, Ren. Family outing, right?”
Liam was already inside the car, leaning against the leather seat with his usual lazy charm. He tilted his head, watching the storm brewing outside the door. Then, with a small frown of confusion, he spoke.
“Wait,” he said, pointing between the two of them. “You two are cousins?”
“Of course we are,” Marcus replied smoothly, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “Cousins—with a lot of water under the bridge.”
“More like blood under the bridge,” Lorenzo muttered, sliding into the car without looking at him.
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