Page 110 of Secret Baby for the Mafia Prince

Mateo raises his hand and the maid stops walking to us. “Sit, Gianna.”

I swallow a gulp, returning my gaze to him as I slowly settle back down in my seat. Mateo’s a fucking asshole.

“Now, continue eating.”

My fingers reach for the fork again as I watch him instruct the maid to keep coming closer now. I slip a bit of the scrambled eggs into my mouth, chewing slowly as the maid reaches the table.

“Where is Dorothy?”

Sophie jumps into my arms the second the maid gives her to me.

“Still alive and upstairs. I need to have my stepchild be in safe hands; after all, she’s about to become a Caruso.”

Sophie wraps her arms around my neck tightly as I hug her.

“My baby,” I whisper into her ears.

“Mama, hug.”

I squeeze my eyes shut, holding her tight against me as I shower her with kisses on her head and face.

Mateo lets me hold her for a couple more minutes before he instructs the maid to take her. I’m reluctant to let go as I hold tightly onto her. “Mateo, please.”

“Take her,” he commands the maid.

Her eyes are pleading as she mouths “please mama” to me.

Mateo must have threatened her for her to be this scared. It gives me more reason to want to fucking kill him. I can tell he is such a shitty person by the look of his workers around the house.

Sophie begins to cry as the maid tries to take her back. She’s holding me tight to stop the maid.

“Let go of her, Gianna. You’ll get to see her later. We both have a busy day ahead.”

My hate for Mateo grows deeper as I place one last kiss on Sophie’s forehead before I forcefully set myself free from her grasp, handing her over to the maid.

Her eyes are full of tears as she struggles to return to my arms, screaming.

“You can go now. Take good care of her. She’ll return to her mother when I call for you.” The maid nods in response and tries to calm Sophie down as she walks away.

My heart sinks as Sophie stretches her hand for me, crying harder, and I can’t do a fucking thing to stop her from being taken away. I hate Mateo so damn much. A tear falls down my cheek as I squeeze my eyes shut, unable to watch my child being taken away in tears.

“I’ve done everything you’ve asked for; what else do you want from me?”

“Good question.” He takes the glass of orange juice by his plate and downs a bit. “My parents want us to have a little celebration now that you’ve become my wife.”

“I don’t want that.”

“Well, you do not have a say here, Princess. I have already made the preparations.”

That sounds so wrong coming from his disgusting mouth. I almost puke.

He takes his bread and grabs a bite. “C’mon eat.”

I scrunch my face in a frown, angered by what Mother has gotten me into. He wouldn’t have had me if she had not agreed to a marriage tie between our families before any of this happened.

“That reminds me, uhm, your mother stopped by earlier to see you.”

Oh God.

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