Tempting The Mafia Twins (Genesis and Kiefer) novel Chapter 18

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“Let me go,” she whimpered as heat stole her cheeks. “I don’t

want this.”

“I will let you go the minute you stop fighting me. We are going to go out and have dinner with our son before we head to the airport.”

“Airport? No. I can’t go to the airport. Why?”

“Our home is in Boston.”

“I don’t want to go back.”

“We are going back. It is up to you how you choose to get

there.”

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“You can choose awake, or you can choose unconscious but I’m thinking the first time our son sees his home you should want to be awake in case he has questions or concerns.”

“Why are you doing this? Why can’t you let me go? I am begging you. Let me go.”

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He stepped back from her and then nodded, “you really want to go?”

“Yes.”

“Then go.”

“Really?” she looked up at him, hating how the hope flaring in her heart was making her eyes water more than the rage

did. “You’ll let us leave.”

“I will let you leave.”

She felt her bottom lip trembling, “you’ll really allow me to go?”

“Yes. If you honestly believe you cannot live with me, you cannot come back to Boston without incurring some kind of horrific trauma, then I will let you walk back to your car and drive out of my life, forever. If you choose this path, you can never come back.”

“Fine with me.”

“You don’t get to come back, even if you’re crawling through glass on your belly to get to me, am I clear?”

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“Yes.”

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“Then go.”

She was yanking the door to the bathroom open and racing to the table. Waving at Astra she ignored the food being delivered, “let’s go.”

“What?”

“We can go,” she looked back to see Kiefer walking confidently back to the table.

“You’re letting her go,” Tadgh glared at his brother.

“She wants to leave. I’ve let her know if she chooses to leave,

she can never come back.”

“Come on baby, let’s go,” she ignored Kiefer’s comment.

“Oh, not him.” Kiefer interrupted her as he slid past her back into the booth and blocked off Egan. “Egan is my son.

He is the heir to the O’Reilly family and will someday run our businesses. My father is already planning his trip to

Boston to meet with him. As of this morning, he is the richest

six–year–old in North America. He isn’t going anywhere.” He

Waved to the plate which was placed in front of the child,

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“Egan, eat your dinner, son. A growing boy like you needs your protein.” He waved at Genesis. “You can go.”

“Give me my son.” She hissed at him furiously.

“This wasn’t the agreement, Genesis.” Kiefer adjusted Egan’s dish of food in front of him. “I said you were allowed to go. I said nothing about the boy.”

“He is my son.”

“Oh, I think one look at him from even the most sight–impaired person in this restaurant would confirm whose child he is. Nobody is holding you here against your

will, Genesis.”

“You can’t do this.”

“I’m not doing a damn thing. You’re the one making a scene. I’m sitting here with my brother, my best friend, and my son for some BBQ.”

“Kiefer. Let him out. Let us leave. Let my son go.”

“You mean, my son? Mine.” Kiefer didn’t even give her a second glance. “You surely didn’t think when I said you could

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me for the second time. You hid him from me, Genesis. You

hid my son from his father. He deserves to know his family.”

“Mom?” Egan looked at her in confusion. “Are we leaving? Why? Our food just got here. Uncle Tadgh said I could have some of his coleslaw if I let him taste my macaroni and

cheese.”

Her throat felt constricted as mucus from unshed tears clogged it. She shot eyes at Astra who was half–standing at the table beside Jerren and her friend shook her head, tears filling her eyes.

“Please,” she whispered to Kiefer, reaching for his arm but he pulled it away from her.

Kiefer slid further along the bench, and motioned to the empty spot beside him, “if you’re not leaving, sit down and eat your dinner. If you are leaving, go now so we can enjoy our meal in peace without histrionics.”

Trembling she sat back down beside him, tears spilling down her cheeks. Tadgh pushed a water glass towards her. She took it, drank it to the bottom, and wiped her face off with the back of her sleeves. Kiefer moved her dinner in front of her.

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was like rubbery ashes, chewing a piece of meat for far too long, the urge to spit it into the napkin was almost too much. Gagging on it, she grabbed the water and forced it down her gullet. Looking at her friend sitting near Egan, she saw Astra was having similar problems, pushing the food around her plate, gazing longingly at the door.

Not only did she manage to get herself caught but now Astra was part of a family she’d never wanted to be part of. When she’d married Kiefer, it drove a wedge between the two friends. Her friend never liked how intense Kiefer was when it came to Genesis. She knew Astra was always jealous of Kiefer but also wildly worried about Genesis. She knew now it was for good reason. Genesis considered there was no way Astra would be permitted to walk away due to her involvement in helping Genesis hide.

“Egan,” Kiefer’s voice broke into her thoughts, “we’ll be flying back to Boston this evening.”

“Aw man, I hate flying. It stinks in the plane. Someone always pukes and, in the plane, yesterday the man behind us had the farts. He farted so loud so many times!”

Tadgh burst into laughter at the words, “kid, we’re not flying commercial. We have our own jet.”

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“You have your own jet?” Egan leaned over the table, “Mom, I

think they’re rich!”