Page 15 of Secret Baby for the Mafia Prince

“Oh, Gianna, have you lost your mind?” he snaps.

I see my mother walking out of the hallway. She has a lengthy, flowery dress on that hugs her curves. I had no idea she would be back so soon.

“Stay away from that family! Do you hear me?” Giovanni continues.

I’m not ready for any of this. My throat hurts as I swallow back my screams.

“You hate us that much, Gianna?” My mother starts.

“Don’t start this, Mama.”

I try to walk out on both of them but Mother stops me again. “And why are you dressed up like this?”

Giovanni stares at me angrily as he sips his cup of coffee.

“I have a job now, Mother.”

They both stare at me in disbelief.

“No, you don’t,” Mother interjects.

“You can’t stop me.”

She walks closer to me, her eyes bulging out in rage. A part of me is happy I pissed her off this badly. “Oh, I can and I will. You’ll go nowhere or work for no one under my roof and that’s final.”

My eyes hurt from holding back tears.

“I also don’t want to see you anymore with the De Santis.” She turns to Giovanni. “Cut every relationship. They are our enemies now.”

“I hate you,” I blurt out angrily. I have no idea when those words fall out of my mouth. I’ve been holding them back for too long.

“Stupido bambino(Stupid child)!” Mother slaps me hard in the face.

“Mother!” Giovanni yells.

I let a teardrop fall freely down my cheek. My face and head hurt.

“I wish you weren’t my mother.” I turn to the door to leave.

I slam the door as I leave the house. I’m completely clueless on where to go. No guards are brave enough to stop me.

What was I thinking?

That I could really convince them to let me keep the job? I’m so fucking stupid. I want to yell at myself so bad as I slip into my car and drive off.

Luca couldn't be here to comfort me this time, I think as I drive to the bar.

I’m in desperate need of a drink or two to numb the pain right now. I’ll take anything to make it all go away.

Chapter five

Luca

Trouble is never far away from Bianca when she is around, it’s almost like a curse. I always have to fucking take care of her problems.

I’ve missed Gianna. It’s been a week since we last saw each other. I’m a little worried about her. She hasn’t replied to my texts the last three days, which is very unusual of her.

Something is definitely wrong. Blackwell also informed me that she never showed up the next day. I want to reach out to her to at least find out if she is alright, but now’s not the best time. Our families are at war. I’ll be risking everything if I do something that stupid.

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