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Story: Mafia Boss's Fake Wife
Seamus does the exact opposite.
Within about an hour, we’re both released. Seamus has passports ready, which seems suspicious considering that Marco has one as well.
Clearly, Seamus wasn’t expecting either one of us to say no.
Passports in hand, a large amount of cash ready to go, Marco and I are dropped off by two junior agents, Flynn and Boyle, who seem to be more than a little pissed at Marco.
He glares right back at them.
I nod at the other agents. "Thanks, we've got it from here."
"I don't like this, Ro," Flynn says. He's giving Marco a nasty look and his hand is drifting to his taser. "I've seen the damage this fella can cause."
"Aye, nearly cracked the windpipe on that Russian bloke," Boyle adds.
I snort.
Because there's no way they've actually seen the type of damage that Marco can cause.
I, however, have.
"I'll be fine. Thank you, though," I murmur to them.
Boyle and Flynn give Marco one more nasty look before they leave.
And Marco and I are alone, at a bus depot in Dublin.
I take a deep breath. "We need to invent a backstory."
"Oh, that's what we need?" he barks.
I turn. "Look. Obviously someone is trying to frame me for all this. Odds are they come from somewhere in my brother's organization, because you're the only one who knows about me outside of that."
"And you think I wouldn't tell?" he sneers.
I blink. "No. I don't."
I didn't think Marco was going to go around blabbing my identity to everyone.
His eyebrows pinch.
I sigh again. "Look, Marco, I thought maybe you'd be angry enough to use it against me. I was thinking you'd show up at the hearing and tell all of Interpol who I was, just because you were mad that I'd... kept it from you," I murmur. "But you're not exactly the kind to spread rumors just because. You'd use them to your advantage, but you'd never just... be careless about it."
Marco's face goes through a series of motions, none of them particularly good. "Is that meant to be a compliment?"
"It's meant to be the truth," I snort.
His lips tighten. "Something you know little of."
"Oh shut up. Again, you're the master of using lies to your advantage," I snap at him.
Marco doesn't respond.
I shut my eyes, massaging the place between my eyebrows. "If we go to Liam, we have to tell him something..."
"We're together."
I blink. "What?"
Within about an hour, we’re both released. Seamus has passports ready, which seems suspicious considering that Marco has one as well.
Clearly, Seamus wasn’t expecting either one of us to say no.
Passports in hand, a large amount of cash ready to go, Marco and I are dropped off by two junior agents, Flynn and Boyle, who seem to be more than a little pissed at Marco.
He glares right back at them.
I nod at the other agents. "Thanks, we've got it from here."
"I don't like this, Ro," Flynn says. He's giving Marco a nasty look and his hand is drifting to his taser. "I've seen the damage this fella can cause."
"Aye, nearly cracked the windpipe on that Russian bloke," Boyle adds.
I snort.
Because there's no way they've actually seen the type of damage that Marco can cause.
I, however, have.
"I'll be fine. Thank you, though," I murmur to them.
Boyle and Flynn give Marco one more nasty look before they leave.
And Marco and I are alone, at a bus depot in Dublin.
I take a deep breath. "We need to invent a backstory."
"Oh, that's what we need?" he barks.
I turn. "Look. Obviously someone is trying to frame me for all this. Odds are they come from somewhere in my brother's organization, because you're the only one who knows about me outside of that."
"And you think I wouldn't tell?" he sneers.
I blink. "No. I don't."
I didn't think Marco was going to go around blabbing my identity to everyone.
His eyebrows pinch.
I sigh again. "Look, Marco, I thought maybe you'd be angry enough to use it against me. I was thinking you'd show up at the hearing and tell all of Interpol who I was, just because you were mad that I'd... kept it from you," I murmur. "But you're not exactly the kind to spread rumors just because. You'd use them to your advantage, but you'd never just... be careless about it."
Marco's face goes through a series of motions, none of them particularly good. "Is that meant to be a compliment?"
"It's meant to be the truth," I snort.
His lips tighten. "Something you know little of."
"Oh shut up. Again, you're the master of using lies to your advantage," I snap at him.
Marco doesn't respond.
I shut my eyes, massaging the place between my eyebrows. "If we go to Liam, we have to tell him something..."
"We're together."
I blink. "What?"
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