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“Get the child,” Mateo orders.

Rico disappears again, leaving for the stairs this time.

“This right here will make our marriage legal. And you are going to sign it.”

“And if I don’t?”

“Well...”

Rico reappears, not alone this time, but with Dorothy holding my baby.

“Sophie! Dorothy!”

Dorothy’s eyes are swollen. She looks like she has been crying. Her lips are still quivering as Rico holds a gun to her head. Sophie looks terrified with her arms wrapped around Dorothy’s neck.

“Mama! Mama!”

“You’ll never get to see your child again.”

I return my gaze to Mateo. His eyes display no emotion. I’ve lost my fight. Fresh tears cloud my vision as they prepare to fall down my cheeks.

“Your freedom without ever seeing your child again, or you become my wife. Pick now.”

Chapter twenty-seven

Luca

My eyes are still heavy with sleep as I roll to the edge of my bed. I had occupied myself with work after Gianna left. She brings out all sorts of feelings I thought I had buried after my parents' death, but I don’t want to let her go this time. Especially now that she has my child.

Marcus has had the new shipment of coke delivered to my warehouse in East Harlem. I’ve instructed Vito to have the supplies sent out to our clients today.

I rub my eyes with the back of my arms. My head hurts from the lack of good sleep. I’ve been finding it harder to sleep lately. With Bianca still pissed at me, the business and everything going on with Gianna, I have a lot going on in my mind. It’s worth it, though, seeing my plans to take over New York City again slowly piecing together.

It was just never in my plan to lose my sister or to fall for Gianna again… or to find out I had a child. Yet I can’t shake the feeling I am having lately that, somehow, we were meant to be.

I’ve made more alliances with the smaller mafia gangs and won their loyalty, except for the Mancinis and Carusos. I’ll find my way around it till all of this city becomes mine again. The truth about Gianna and my daughter have altered my plans. I can’t take revenge on their family now. At least, not the way I had planned to.

I grunt as my phone’s ringtone goes off on the nightstand. It’s just a few minutes past six in the morning as I pick up my phone, pissed. Who the fuck is calling me this early?

The caller has no name, which makes it fucking suspicious. I stay silent as I slide the icon to answer the call.

“Your warehouse is on fire,” the voice says.

I stand up immediately. My heart stops for a moment.

“What the fuck are you saying? Who the fuck are you?” I growl.

“Everything is fucking gone.”

“Who is this?”

The call ends.

Fuck.

I dial Vito’s number immediately. This can’t be happening.

The fuckhead doesn’t pick up. I’m panting angrily as I fling the door to my closet open and yank out a black shirt from inside it. My phone starts to ring again.

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