Page 119 of Secret Baby for the Mafia Prince

I let out a breath. “Can... can I go out for some fresh air, just for a few minutes? It’s so hot and lonely in here.”

Mateo stops kissing my neck and stands upright to gaze at me. “You want to run away again, don’t you?”

“No, no… never. I’ll never leave you, Mateo.”

“Don’t you fucking lie to me, Princess!”

I gasp as he grabs my throat and pins me to the wall.

“I don’t want to hurt you anymore, Gianna.”

“Then don’t.”

“I should have killed your stupid brother and mother just like I did with your father,” he blurts.

What?

My eyes bulge out in shock. It was Mateo all along.

Oh my God.

“My plans were going so fucking well until that asshole came back.”

“Mateo, you’re hurting me.”

“This city belongs to me, Gianna. So do you.”

I grab his fingers on me and try to pull them off.

Mateo keeps his grip on my throat firm. He is still fucking strong even though he is drunk.

“Please, Mateo.”

“Everything worked out so well, killing the De Santis and framing your family for the murders to start a war. I’m a fucking genius, Princess. Don’t you agree?”

“Yes.” I nod in response. I have to get out of here.

Luca and everyone must know the truth. I can’t believe I almost doubted my family about the deaths of Luca’s parents. They’ve been telling the truth all this time.

My God.

We’ve been fighting the wrong people.

Luca…

Mateo ruined everything for me. Us. Made the man I loved turn into someone I could no longer recognize, driven by his quest for revenge. Everyone has to know. I can’t let him kill me now.

“Then that fucking bastard came around and took you away from me. He took my princess away.”

“Mateo, please let go of me.”

His grip on my throat loosens as he gags in my face.

I scrunch my face in disgust. The heavy stench of alcohol oozing from his mouth. It almost makes me puke in his face.

“I kept stealing his shipments to force him to give you up in exchange for a deal to help him with his shipment problem.” He coughs out a laugh. “That was so fucking easy since he always thought your family was behind everything. No one ever suspected a thing about me. None of you did,” he laughs.

“You’re hurting me, Mateo.”

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