Marked by the Mafia Twins

You don’t have to say anything

Aubree’s POV

The Moretti mansion had never felt small before.

Not even when I was a child running down the halls, chased by two boys who never let me fall.

Not even when the mafia meetings filled the place with dangerous men, heavy voices, and the feeling of eyes always watching.

But tonight, the walls felt tighter.

The air felt colder.

And every sound—every footstep, every breath—felt stronger.

Sebastian moved like a man made of steel, every step controlled but laced with urgency. Abel was right behind him, fists clenched, shoulders coiled like springs.

Carter stayed beside me, a quiet shadow, but the tension radiating off him was its own kind of storm.

When we reached the private office, Michal my dad was already there, phone in hand, jaw clenched.

“Aubree,” he said, voice tight, “sit.”

I sat.

My parents only spoke like that when something was very, very wrong.

Abel paced. Carter stood like a trained guard.

My heart thudded so loud I almost didn’t hear what Uncle Sebastian said next.

“We received a message,” he began. “Not anonymous. Not vague.”

He exchanged a look with my dad—one I couldn’t read, but it made the room tilt.

“It was a threat,” Dad continued, his voice lower. “Against the next heirs.”

The words hit like a blow.

“The heirs?” I whispered. “You mean—”

“Abel and Carter,” Uncle Sebastian said.

The boys didn’t flinch.

Of course they didn’t. They were used to danger. Born from it. Raised inside it.

But me?

I felt my stomach twist painfully.

“But why now?” I asked.

Carter’s voice was soft. “Because we’re turning twenty soon. Because we’re stepping deeper into the business. Because we have value.”

“Because we’re targets,” Abel added, eyes dark.

I swallowed hard. “What does this have to do with me?”

Silence filled the room for a moment that felt like forever.

Then Uncle Sebastian answered quietly.

“They mentioned you by name, Aubree.”

My blood ran cold. “What?”

Abel’s head whipped toward me. “What the hell do you mean—”

“Abel,” Uncle Sebastian warned.

Carter moved closer to me instantly. “What did it say?”

Dads jaw flexed. “It said… ‘Take the girl. And make the twins fall.’

Abel exploded.

Carter nearly did too—but his anger was quieter, deadlier.

“No,” Abel snarled. “No one touches her. I mean it. No one.”

Carter’s voice was ice. “She stays with us. Closely.”

“I can protect myself,” I insisted. Starting to get more aggravated.

Three pairs of eyes shot toward me like I had just claimed the moon was made of chocolate.

“Aubree,” My dad said gently, “I know you’re strong and an independent woman. But this is different.”

“You’re involved because of us,” Abel said, guilt flashing across his features.

“Because of all of us,” Carter corrected. “Because of the three of us.”

Uncle Sebastian sighed. “Until we find out who’s behind this, the safest place for you is with the twins. They stay with you. You stay with them.”

My cheeks heated.

All three men stared at me.

All three looked tense.

All three looked… They were scared for me.

“Okay,” I whispered. “I’ll stay with them.”

Abel exhaled like he’d been holding his breath for an hour.

Carter’s shoulders finally loosened.

But inside, I felt like something irreversible had just happened.

Something that changed everything.

And I wasn’t wrong.

Not even a little.

I knew it was coming, but standing at the threshold of their shared suite still made my stomach flip.

It was bigger than my entire side of the mansion—one wing for two heirs who’d grown up sharing everything. A huge couch. Two desks. A training mat. Weighted punching bags.

And two beds against the far wall.

Two beds.

Except Carter’s bedsheets looked untouched, hospital-neat…

and Abel’s looked like a tornado had slept in them.

“Come on,” Abel said, voice gentler than usual. “We put fresh sheets on for you.”

“For me?” I blinked.

Carter nodded. “You’ll sleep in the middle.”

My heart stopped. Completely.

“The—middle?” I repeated.

Abel shrugged casually. “You think either of us is sleeping without being next to you tonight?”

Carter shot him a look. “We’re not crowding her.”

Abel scoffed. “Speak for yourself—”

“Abel,” Carter warned.

I swallowed hard. Of course they meant protection. Safety. Their instincts were razor sharp—touch her, breathe near her, and they’d kill first, ask later.

But sharing a bed?

With both of them?

My brain scrambled. Yes this is something we have done when we were kids but now just feels..

“Are you… sure this is okay?” I whispered.

Carter’s voice was calm. “Aubree, if you want your own bed, we’ll move one in right now.”

“But if you want to be close,” Abel added, softer than I’d ever heard him, “you’re safe between us.”

Safe.

That was the word that did me in.

I nodded. “Okay.”

Both boys inhaled sharply at the same time.

I climbed into the middle bed, the silk of my dress whispering against the sheets. Abel slid in on my left, body heat radiating like a fire. Carter settled on my right, steady and cool.

Three heartbeats. One bed.

I lay stiff as a statue at first.

“This is weird,” I whispered.

Abel chuckled. “Why? We used to nap like this when we were kids.”

“That was different,” I muttered.

“How?” he teased.

“Because,” Carter answered without hesitation, “none of us were in love with her then.”

My breath caught.

Abel froze.

The room went silent.

“Carter,” Abel said under his breath, “what the hell—”

“It’s the truth,” Carter murmured quietly.

I stared up at the ceiling, heart pounding so hard I thought they could hear it.

“Okay,” Abel muttered, shifting closer until his arm brushed mine, “well… if we’re being honest…”

He let out a shaky breath.

“I’ve been in love with you since I was fifteen, Bree.”

I squeezed my eyes shut.

Everything inside me trembled.

Carter exhaled softly beside me. “I know.”

Abel cursed. “Of course you know.”

I turned my head slowly, looking at both of them in the dim light.

“Guys… I don’t know what to say.”

“You don’t have to say anything,” Carter said gently.

“Just let us be here,” Abel added, voice deep and steady.

“Just for tonight.”

So I did.

Abel’s fingers brushed mine under the covers.

Carter’s breathing evened out against my shoulder.

And between them—warm, guarded, wanted—I finally closed my eyes.

Wrapped in their arms, with danger closing in around us, one truth settled deep in my bones:

I was falling for both of them.

And there was no going back.