Page 18 of Secret Baby for the Mafia Prince

Shit. What has Bianca gotten herself into now?

“Let’s go, son; this is useless anyway.” Salvatore walks out of the room first.

Giovanni walks to me and leans closer.

“Stay away from Anna,” he whispers. He leaves the warehouse and his guards follow behind.

“Arggh!” Father screams, slamming his palm on the table.

“Get the car ready,” I say to the guard behind me. I take out my phone from my pocket and dial Bianca’s number. It rings but she doesn’t pick up. Salvatore might be right, and I fucking hate it.

My father and I leave the warehouse next. He is angered as we enter the car.

“Get your sister on the phone. Now.”

I loosen my tie, dialing her number again. She still doesn’t pick up. She’s probably too drunk already.

The night is getting darker as we ride back home. Bianca hasn’t responded yet and I’m getting fucking worried. None of the guards know where she is. She has always known how to get her way with them, disappearing unnoticed. I liked that about her when we were younger, but not now. She might be in trouble and I have no fucking idea where.

Father looks disappointed as he gets out of the car and walks into the house.

“Francesca! Your child has done it again.” He yells as he enters the living room.

Mother is seated talking to a maid. She quickly dismisses her, turning her attention to Father, who is pacing the space. She stands to her feet and moves to him, confused as she stares at me. “What is wrong, Antonio?”

He hisses harshly and walks to the bar.

“That brat gave Salvatore the opportunity to insult me. He seems to forget I am Antonio De Santis.” He takes a bottle of whiskey off the shelf and pours some into a glass.

“I’ll take care of her, Father,” I say, walking to my room to grab my car keys from the nightstand. The noise in the living room grows fainter as I get closer to my room.

Who would have thought Bianca would return the same even after being away in Italy for three years?

My phone rings just as I unlock the door to my room. It’s Bianca.

I hurriedly answer the call. “Where the fuck are you, Bianca?”

“This is Ivan, Boss.”

One of my men.Thank goodness.

“Where are you?”

“I was at Mirage Nights when I saw Miss Bianca get into a fight at the club.”

Drunk and in trouble. “Is she there with you now?”

“Yes, Boss.”

“Is she alright?” I grab my keys and leave the room.

“Just a busted lip.” He waits for a moment. “And a bump on the head.”

Shit.

“Take her to my house. I’ll meet you there soon.”

Mother is the only one in the living room when I return.

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