Su Paloma (Mafia Series #3)

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Kierans POV

"Y- your late wife?" She said with a mild hiccup I knew she knew I picked up on.

"Yes." I crossed my arms over my chest and let out an exasperated breath. "You do bare a strikingly similar resemblance to her Doc."

"Do I? I am sorry if that causes you distress I can't very well change my appearance." She said with a dead chuckle.

"Right."

"You have a son, and it is not detailed anywhere-" she cut me off.

I knew she was upset the anger radiated off of her. "Who told you about my son?! You have to right Mr.Russo! From day one I told you my personal life had nothing to do with you!"

I ignored her rage and stared out her floor to ceiling windows. "Well... I'd like to know more about the woman who can so easily make me talk like a rat who is being offered a deal by the DEA."

"Who are you doc?"

"Listen, you told me you were here to speak about your wife. Please stick to one topic." Her angry tone did something to me, it awakened something in me, something that died long ago with my angel.

I finally locked eyes with hers and that's when I saw her. The real her, my mind can not be fucking with me now. There is no doubt in my mind of who this "doc" is.

The deep fire in her eyes.

I could see the light that was covered well in that photograph. She had the fire, the burning passion for getting her point across. The heat she radiated that kept me living. Kept me loving her.

There it was right in-front of me. It was there all along. I have little doubt that she isn't her.

It has to be-

The logical side of my brain was screaming that I was wrong. We watched her casket be lowered into the ground. We buried her.

I said goodbye to her, how?! How would this work!? HOW!?

I stared her down not saying a word.

"What if she isn't?" I whispered out walking back over to her desk slowly.

"Excuse me?" She said slipping the reading glasses off her face. "You,"

"Me?"

I got to her in four long strides and before I knew what the hell I was doing I was kneeling in-front of her. I was in the most vulnerable possession a man can ever be in. I only kneeled for one woman and that woman was my wife.

This woman that sits in front of me resembles her too much to not be her!

My thoughts were going insane as I kneeled and tugged her seat directly in front of me. "I know you."

"You aren't who you say you are."

"I know." I decided to play a game with her, if she reacted with denial I would read it. I could always read my Emerson's tells.

"I know you." If she got angry and denied it, I would have her.

If she responded with confusion then I'd know I made a mistake and this was all a huge coincidence. I'd never see this woman again and I'd live with my pain for the rest of my days.

Fair enough in my mind.

"Emerson, why?"

"Mr. Russo please! I don't understand!"

"I am not your wife, that'd be impossible! Listen to reason please! What the hell are you talking about?!"

"You have no right talking about my personal life! You have no right or proof enough to call me your wife! There is no way!"