Page 131 of Secret Baby for the Mafia Prince

“Fuck you,” I growl, as I shoot him.

He gasps, then falls to the ground, blood spilling from the bullet wound in his stomach.

Giovanni is handling another man as they exchange fists. He had tossed Giovanni’s gun away from his hand. I shoot him in the face as he tries to punch Giovanni. His blood splatters on Giovanni’s face as he falls dead to the ground. We exchange glances.

“Let’s find her!” I yell.

Giovanni wipes off the blood spilling from his nose as we start the search for Gianna, picking up his gun first. He kicks down a door to a room, but it’s empty. We hear a noise coming from another direction and run towards it.

The pain in my arm has grown worse. Still, I’m not stopping till I find Gianna and my daughter, and till I know Mateo is dead.

Giovanni grunts as he stops just in time before a bullet is fired at him. I dodge quickly, moving to the side while Giovanni moves to the other side. He grabs the revolver’s tip and violently shoves it into the face of the man.

The man groans out loud. I shoot him in the leg as Giovanni takes his gun away from him, shooting him in the head with it.

While walking into the large room, we find two more of Mateo’s men and a badly wounded Pietro.

Giovanni and I take out both of the men, shooting them simultaneously as we walk further into the room. Pietro’s face is swollen and almost unrecognizable. He gazes at us keenly with half-opened eyes.

“Pietro? Where is she?”

“Luca,” he breathes.

Giovanni walks behind him to untie his arms and legs.

“He took her,” he adds, coughing out blood.

“Luca!” Giovanni yells.

I’m caught off guard as I feel a wooden object at the back of my neck.

Fuck.

I stagger forward, then turn around, cursing under my breath.

It’s one of Mateo’s men. He has a bat in his hand. I’m trying to regain my composure, walking away from him with my gun pointed at him.

“Fuck, I’m out,” Giovanni says as he tries to shoot him.

The man rushes at me again and tries to hit me.

I take a shot at him, missing his neck and piercing his arm instead. The back of my neck is hurting from the hard impact.

Fucking hell.

He only groans, stopping for a moment before he turns his icy glare on me.

I try to take another shot but I’m out of bullets, too.

Giovanni tries to punch him but he dodges, hitting Giovanni on his arm with the bat.

I toss the gun to the ground and take a boxing stance.

“I’ve always wanted to kill a fucking De Santi,” the man growls at me. The light in the room settles on his bald head. He is quite shorter than me.

“Well, not today,” I reply, as I try to punch him. He moves away before I can connect my fist to his face. He launches at me again, trying to hit me with the bat, but I dodge just in time, kicking him instead.

Giovanni punches the back of his head, pissing him off as he begins to swing the bat violently in our faces. I get a grip on the bat and try to force it out of his hand. He doesn’t let it go easily. Giovanni weakens him with another punch to the face. His nose starts to bleed but he still doesn’t let go.

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