Page 109 of Secret Baby for the Mafia Prince

“What the fuck, Bianca! I told you to be fucking careful.”

“I swear, I was really careful. I had no idea he worked for Mateo until he tried to hurt me in my hotel room.”

“He tried to hurt you? You are no longer leaving this house.” I dial Vito's number.

He picks up on the first ring. “Boss.”

“Send more men to the house. Now.”

I have no fucking idea what surprises Mateo might pull off.

I fucking hate surprises.

Chapter twenty-nine

Gianna

I’m staring at Mateo from across the dining table with thoughts I dare not let out.

I never thought my mind would be wondering about ways I could kill someone. Yet I hate Mateo so much that all I think of is ending his life to escape this hellhole he has kept my daughter and me in. I don't want to marry this man. Though if I have to sign the marriage contract in order for Sophie to be safe, I'll do it.

“Earth to Gianna.”

I flinch as I feel hands on me.

“Are you alright, my love?” Mateo asks, concerned.

I recoil internally as he takes my lower jaw and tilts it higher to meet his gaze.

“Yes, I’m alright,” I lie.

“Hmmm.” He lowers his lips on me and kisses me softly.

I remain static and hold myself back from pushing him far away from me. My fingers grab the fork tightly as I imagine pushing it deep into his neck.

“You, Gianna...” Mateo runs his finger on his bottom lip as he returns to his seat. “You’ll one day love me just as much as I love you.”

Never.

I keep mute as I stare at him instead. My head is still hurting from how he hit me yesterday. He had Rico get me treated by the in-house doctor here.

The wounded side of my head has a plaster on. The doctor also gave me painkillers to ease the pain. However, nothing hurts as much as being held against my will by this monster. I’m hoping that Giovanni saves me or that Luca hears my voice mail, shows up, and kills Mateo.

“Where is my baby?”

Mateo takes a knife and fork and begins to cut the bacon on his plate. He takes a piece and slips it into his mouth, watching me.

“They’ll be down in a minute.”

After the incident last night, Mateo didn’t let me see Sophie or Dorothy even when I begged him to.

He has this devilish grin on as he takes a portion of eggs into his mouth, his eyes still on me. “Eat now, Gianna. We have a wedding to prepare, my love.”

My stomach grumbles loudly. Even my body repulses the thought of being his wife. I set the fork back down on the table as I take the bread loaf instead, cutting a piece before I eat.

A maid walks down the stairs a minute later with Sophie in her hand.

“Sophie,” I whisper, as I hurriedly get up from my seat.

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