Page 117 of Secret Baby for the Mafia Prince

“I know you hate me.”

Giovanni lets out a scoff and turns to me. “Hate, Luca, is nothing compared to what I feel right now, considering everything you’ve fucking done.”

“You have every right to be angry.”

“You almost fucking killed me, Luca. I barely survived you shooting me.”

“I’m sorry. I only acted on what I was made to believe and I wanted the ones behind it to feel just as much pain as I did.”

“I am—was your fucking best friend. How could you believe I would ever hurt you like that?”

“Our families, they were at war. I didn’t know what else to believe.”

“You should have believed me. Our families have always fought to stay at the top of this city but we never let it get to us. I saw you as my brother, Luca.”

My heart sinks and I fucking feel it. I wish I could change every fucking thing I did wrong.

“I did, too,” I reply.

“Bullshit! Gi—you were seeing Gianna behind my back. You hid it from me.”

“We were going to tell you. All of you.”

“She is my fucking sister, Luca! She’s different from your playthings you always had your way with in college.”

“I fucking know that and I never treated her like them.”

He stares at me silently.

“I loved her... and I still fucking do.”

He returns his gaze back to the road and we both watch as cars pass by. “All I want now is just to have her back.” Giovanni lets out a breath as he stands up. “As for this, everything you’ve done, I don’t know if I’ll be able to forget it all.”

“Giovanni−”

“For now, let’s focus on getting them back. That’s all I want right now. My men and I will meet you tomorrow, as we’ve discussed.”

I squeeze my eyes shut. He is right. Saving Gianna and my daughter is what's important right now.

“Goodbye, Luca.” Giovanni leaves me as he walks away.

I have no fucking idea if I’ll be able to fix this. However, I need to save Gianna and my daughter first.

Then get my revenge.

Finally.

Chapter thirty-one

Gianna

I’m hugging myself tightly as I watch the door, patiently waiting for anyone to unlock it. It has been almost twenty-four hours since Mateo locked me in.

As for the incident... He had only sent the in-house doctor to treat my wounds a couple of hours ago.

My head’s still hurting from crying and the hits. I’m now his prisoner and I have no fucking idea how to set myself free and save my daughter.

God, I hope he didn't do anything to hurt her.

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