Page 85 of The Don's Secret Heir

I have to keep Liana away from her best friend, my cousin, for two days.

“I might need your help,” I say quietly.

Giovanni raises an eyebrow. “Now?”

I nod again tersely. “I need to keep Liana here.”

He frowns. “What do you mean, keep her here?”

I huff out a breath. “I mean, she can’t leave. She’ll go to Beth’s and that might put her in danger. Besides...”

Giovanni glares at me when I trail off.

“I can’t help you if I don’t know what’s going on.”

“Fuck, okay. So once, she kind of... tried to kill me.”

“What?” he hisses.

“This is why I didn’t want to tell you,” I deadpan, and he snorts out a laugh.

“Alright, I don’t care what kind of freaky thing you’ve got going on with Liana, I’ll follow orders, boss.”

I smile. “That's more like it.”

So Giovanni posts up outside Liana’s door.

I don’t sleep that night, and the next morning, I take a plate for Liana and Sonny and bring it upstairs to them.

I knock lightly on the door before opening it.

Liana sits up against the headboard, her gray eyes flashing. She doesn’t look like she’s slept either.

“What are you doing here?”

“I just... I wanted to bring you some breakfast.” I say dumbly.

She scoffs. ”So what, I’m a prisoner here now?”

“It’s not like that.”

“You accused me of something insane and now you’re acting like it never happened? Get out.”

“Li—”

“I said get out!” she yells, throwing a pillow at me. I duck and slam the plates down on the nightstand, whirling around and leaving the room.

I could scream. I could punch walls.

Instead, I go down to my basement gym, blasting music in my earbuds and running on the treadmill until my legs go weak.

I walk it off and head to the punching bags next, nearly knocking the stuffing out of one of them.

It doesn’t help as much as I was hoping it would.

My mind is still racing.

I thought I knew Liana better than I knew myself. But now, I’m not sure I ever knew her at all.