Page 84 of Never Say Never

"You don't owe me shit," I snapped. "I get it. You were sent to seduce your boss and learn all his secrets, right? Tell me, Paul, did you kill Marianna and her husband?"

Paul flinched. "It wasn't like that!" He paused and slowly removed his hand from me. "She was a rat."

I shoved myself out of the car, desperately trying to suck in a fresh breath of air as the wave of nausea hit me so hard, I had to double over with my hands on my knees. The urge to vomit consumed me, but I forced myself to calm down. Paul grabbed my shoulders. I punched him in the stomach. He grunted, doubling over as he tried to breathe.

"Don't ever fucking touch me again," I whispered in his ear. "I detest you."

"Who the fuck is this?"

I stared at the man who uttered the words that I only knew from his pictures on my computer. Benito Vitale. He stood there, tattoos covering his hands and rings on his fingers. Someone should have told him he looked like a damn cliche. He stared at me, sizing me up as if he had a problem. The way I felt, I almost told him if he was feeling froggy to fucking leap. I'd never wanted to take out my aggression with my fists in my life.

"Jesus, Benito," Paul said. "Girls, go inside with Shelly. The rooms are fully furnished, but I'll have to make some changes, of course. Unless you two don't mind sharing a bed."

The girls were quiet, staring up at him like he'd grown a second head. He'd attempted a smile, but it fell away now. Paul glanced up at Shelly.

"Please take them inside."

She tightened her hands on the girls’ shoulders. "I do not answer to you."

Benito Vitale raised a brow. As much as I hated the man and wanted the whole family shoved into a tiny, dark cell, I wasn't about to risk my daughter's lives either. I quickly turned to my nanny.

"Take my daughter's inside. Now. Thank you."

"Of course, Mr. Washington."

"Mr. Washington," Benito muttered. "You're fucking joking, Gianpaolo."

Gianpaolo.

I stared at Paul as the door to the suite shut. He stared back at me, a sheepish expression on his face. Benito stared between the two of us, but I was all out of words for Paul.

Gianpaolo.

Whoever the fuck he was.

I didn't even know the name of the man that I had been screwing. The person I fell asleep with at night, his arms wrapped around my body. The guy that had made his way into my life and made my daughters fall in love. He was a stranger that I had touched, and kissed, and fucked, and thought about wanting more, and all this time, he was the person I was after. My enemy.

I really am a moron.

"Listen, I'll explain later," Paul, no, Gianpaolo, told Benito. "I swear."

"How are you two related?" I blurted out.

"We're brothers," Paul finally said.

I blinked at him. A brother. Shock slammed through me, stealing my breath. This was more than a distant cousin that had stepped up to take on the role of FBI mole. Paul was a brother, part of the head of the operation. He was right up there with them in terms of being a piece of shit.

And I'd slept with him.

"You're fucking joking," I muttered.

"Seriously," Benito said. "Your boss?"

"I'm guessing he knows all about me," I snapped.

"Sure do," Benito answered. "I know you want us wiped out."

"You have no idea," I said between gritted teeth.