Page 65 of The Don's Secret Heir

I stare at them, forgetting my stomach for too long before I clear my throat. I walk over to her and brush a dark curl back from her face.

“Li?”

She wakes—not a heavy sleeper like me—and yawns. “Oh, fuck. What time is it?”

“After two in the morning.”

“Jesus.” She stretches without disturbing the sleeping boy in her lap. “Thanks for waking me, my back would have been killing me.”

She stands up, grunting as she scoops Sonny up in her arms. His legs are so long they nearly dangle to the floor.

“Let me,” I murmur.

“He’s getting too big,” she says, and I wonder what Sonny’s father looks like. I grit my teeth against the jealousy that rages through me even thinking about it, just hefting Sonny up in my arms.

I take him to his bedroom and she smiles as she caresses his face.

“Thank you,” she says quietly, and I just nod, my throat feeling tight.

I walk out and back downstairs, making myself a sandwich and pouring another glass of scotch.

I’m a fucking idiot.

I’m in love with her. Maybe I never stopped being in love with her. And sleeping with her has only made it about a hundred times worse.

And now I can’t stop thinking about her ex, about how it happened, where he touched her. Did she like it? Did she come?

I slam the empty glass down on the bar and call Giovanni.

“Boss? Can’t sleep?”

“I’ll sleep when I’m dead. Listen, I found out Sonny’s birthday. I thought it might help you get a line on who his father is.”

“Are we still?—”

“Yes,” I bark. “I want you to find out everything you can about the birth. The father. Liana wants to have a party for him on Saturday, and I think he’s five, so just go back five years.”

“Alright, boss,” Giovanni says, sounding tired.

Maybe he’s right. Maybe this whole thing is stupid. EvenifI find Sonny’s father, what do I plan to do to him?

Nothing legal. Nothing good.

Not only did he touch what’s mine, helefther when she needed him most. Abandoned her. Something I would never, ever do.

He deserves everything that’s coming to him.

17

LIANA

Three days after Vincenzo’s party, I realize that Dario is actively avoiding me. Which should, in theory, make me happy.

All it’s doing is pissing me off.

I should be glad, but I can’t stop thinking of how heavy he felt in my mouth, the sounds that came out of him as he came.

Fuck.