Page 121 of Secret Baby for the Mafia Prince

“Sophie,” I say, pulling her away from my neck to stare at her. Her big, golden brown eyes melt my heart as she stares at me. I place a kiss on both her cheeks and she giggles as softly as I do.

“I told you I wasn’t going to hurt her.”

Sophie begins to touch my face and my hair.

“I couldn’t possibly hurt my stepdaughter, even though that son of a bitch is her father.”

How? How did he fucking know?

Sophie rubs her cheeks on mine as she begins to play with me.

“Well, that’s enough. You’ll have more time with her when you don’t try to kill me anymore.”

No… no… no.

“Mateo, please. Not yet.”

He ignores my words and signals the maid to take Sophie back. Sophie is scared as she wraps her arms around my neck, a yell away from crying out loud.

“Mateo, please.”

“Get her back to her room, Aubrey.” He begins to walk closer to me.

The maid grabs Sophie from behind and tries to pull her away from me. I’m holding my baby tighter to stop her.

“This will be the last time you’ll ever see her if you don’t let go now,” Mateo whispers in my ear.

My eyes squeeze shut as his threat registers in my head and I let go of her. I fucking let go.

Sophie is crying out loud as she fights the maid to try to return to my arms.

“Good. Now get some sleep. We have a wedding tomorrow.”

My heart sinks deeper than I ever thought it could.

Tomorrow?

It’s over now.

Chapter thirty-two

Luca

Bianca is strolling out of the kitchen as I walk down the stairs. “Brother?” Bianca greets as she bites an apple. She has on print shorts with a black top.

“I’m meeting up with Giovanni. We are getting Gianna and Sophie out.”

It’s damn time I take back Gianna and my child from that son of a bitch’s home. They both belong to me and no one messes with what’s mine.

She nods in response, her eyes full of concern. “Is there anything you need me to help with?”

I walk to the bar and pour myself a glass of whiskey. “No, stay right here, where you’ll be safe. Mateo is dangerous. I can’t have him hurt you, too.”

The whiskey burns my throat as I gulp down the entire contents of the glass.

Vito walks into the house as I stare at the door. He has a black shirt hugging his muscles and black jeans on. His hair is a clean fade cut. Vito’s eyes flicker to Bianca before settling on mine. I ignore the gaze as I set the glass down on the counter.

“Everything’s set, Boss,” he says.

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