Page 17 of Secret Baby for the Mafia Prince

“Why can’t you two hold your horses till we end this?” Martino blurts. The light above him settling on his bald head, he adjusts his glasses as he stares at both Salvatore and my father. Martino runs a restaurant in the city. A ruse for his illegal arms business.

“I’ve had enough of them,” Moretti adds.

“Let’s focus now, men. We have a lot to discuss,” Russo says.

He and Moretti both run a nightclub. The perfect cover to sell meth and marijuana.

“So let’s get to it already,” I reply, adjusting to sit upright in my seat.

“The authorities have been ruining my business lately. Two of my trucks were seized last week,” Salvatore starts.

“Serves you right,bastardo del doppio gioco(double-crossing bastard),” Father responds to him.

“Figlio di puttana(Son of a bitch)!” Salvatore retorts, standing to his feet.

My father slams his fist on the table. “Traitor!”

“Hold your father,” Giovanni warns.

Fuck this shit.

“Worry about yours first,” I respond.

Russo joins them in standing. “Stop it. All of you. You embarrass me, acting likebambini(children).”

“I don’t want to be in the same room as this betrayer,” Father says.

The room is getting heated. Just like I expected.

“The only backstabber in this room is you, Antonio,” Salvatore replies.

“Oh, really?” Father coughs a laugh. “Does Moretti know you were behind the raid on his nightclub?”

Salvatore reaches for my father’s suit and pulls him closer, taking a fistful. His eyes are burning with rage, while Father has a wicked grin on.

Giovanni and I stand on our feet at the same time. The guards move closer to us, placing their hands on their guns.

“Salvatore!” Moretti yells, jumping to his feet.

“Let go of him,” I warn through gritted teeth.

“I’ll be the end of you, Antonio; mark my words,” Salvatore threatens.

“I said back off,” I warn again, pulling my gun out this time. Giovanni does the same.

“Does he speak the truth, Salvatore?” Russo questions.

“You can ask him,” Salvatore replies, releasing his grip on Father.

I return my gun back into the pocket of my suit and Giovanni does the same.

Salvatore pushes his chair backward and adjusts his suit. “You should pay more attention to your daughter, Antonio. Or everyone will soon find out the real reason you sent her overseas.”

Fuck.

Father’s demeanor changes quickly.

Salvatore checks his phone and looks back at my father. “I hear she’s in trouble.”

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