Page 129 of Secret Baby for the Mafia Prince

“F-fuck you.”

Pietro’s words anger Mateo even more as he smacks him hard in the face.

“Who are you working for?”

“I-I would have answered and said Father but he told me that I’m useless to him, remember?”

Mateo punches him again in the face and I jump in my skin. How can he be sane, doing this to his own brother?

“Don’t you dare bring Father into this.”

Pietro laughs crookedly. His eyes are heavy and his face bloody. He tries to keep his gaze on Mateo, who has his fists clenched by his side.

“He fucking turned you into this. Into a fucking monster,” Pietro exclaims.

Mateo pulls out the dagger in Pietro’s arm.

I’m breathing heavily as I take my eyes away from the sight. I have no damn idea where they took Sophie, or where the fuck Luca and Giovanni are at.

“Father was right after all,” Mateo replies, gazing intently at his brother. He opens his palm and one of the men beside him hands him a towel.

“Take care of this one, Rico. I can’t bring myself to kill my own brother.” Mateo wipes his hands clean as he walks away from Pietro’s side. “You’re coming with me,” he says as he reaches for me.

My heart skips a beat. If he does this so easily to his own brother, God knows what he could do to me… or to Sophie.

Rico releases my arm and lets Mateo grip me instead.

Fuck, Christ.

“I need you, Princess.” Mateo pulls me with him as he leads us out of the room to another.

I can hear my heart racing as he shuts the door after me. This room is smaller than the one we just left.

“I need you to calm me the fuck down right now.” Mateo tries to lower his lips on mine. My other arm instinctively slaps him hard in the face to stop him.

Oh, shit. What did I just do?

“Ma-Mateo, I didn’t mean to.”

“You fucking bitch!” Mateo slaps me back and then hits me hard against the wall. “You go off fucking Luca like a cheap whore and then refuse to let me fucking touch what's mine?”

“I’m sorry, Mateo. Please don’t hurt me.”

I’ve held him back from having sex with me, convincing him to delay it till the night of the ceremony he had planned. Just like tradition.

He slaps me again and grabs my top, ripping it off violently. I’m fighting him back with repeated punches to his body but it doesn’t stop him.

“I’ve had enough of this bullshit!”

My top is completely ripped open now. He grips both my arms and pins them to the wall as he starts to kiss my neck and trail kisses down to my chest.

“I’m going to make love to my woman.”

Right now? In the middle of the war? I don’t think so.

He stops kissing me as a loud noise comes from outside.

I won’t let him do this to me. My eyesmove to the table in the room in search of anything I can use to hurt him. There’s a broken pipe by the other corner.

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