Page 3 of Secret Baby for the Mafia Prince

What? No!

“You realize I am the first, and will be the only, man to take your sweet pussy... ever. You understand?”

I nod repeatedly, wanting his cock back inside me.

He shoves his dick back into me almost immediately with one wild thrust and I shatter.

I’m shattered to pieces and I don’t want to be whole again.

“Luca,” I moan breathlessly.

“You are mine now, Gianna, and you’ll always be.”

Yes, and he'll always be mine.

Chapter one

Luca

“Thosebastardos(bastards)!” Father yells as he violently pushes the files on his wooden office desk to the floor. His voice is raised in anger as he fumes loudly, cursing in Italian.

I keep a distance away from his desk. There's no calming him when he gets pissed. “Padre(Father).”

“Is everything alright in there, Luca?” Mother inquiries from behind the closed door. Her voice is laced with concern.

“Everything will be alright when I end the Mancinis,” Father yells.

I can’t let that happen. Giovanni has been my best friend for years. He is family to me. Our families started out close until business tore us apart. Giovanni's father, Salvatore’s, desire totake over the entire eastside territory also contributed to the strife. Now, my father is painting them as our enemy.

“Antonio,stai calmo (stay calm).” Mother pushes the door to the office, opening it wide enough to peep into the room. Father tsks with his gaze fixed on his phone, but Mother’s words somehow seem to calm him down.

“I’ll handle this,Madre(Mother); no need to worry.”

She waits another moment before shutting the door. Father takes his pipe off the desk and holds the tip in between his lips, signaling to me to light a match.

“I can still convince Volpe to work with us,” I say, as I take a match out of the pack and light the pipe.

Father shakes his head in response. He keeps the pipe in place.

“I don’t want to have any business with that double-crossing bastard.” He takes a long drag as I settle in the seat facing him.

I haven’t had a moment to myself since Volpe, our business partner, called this morning to call off our deal.

Calling the deal off wasn’t the problem; the people he now has business with pissed off my father. The Mancinis.They are stealing our clients.

Volpe isn’t the only one who has called off his deal with us. Abate and Tarascio also did so last week. Losing clients means we are losing a lot of fucking money.

The Mancinis have always envied us as the top mafia gang in New York City, and they’ll do anything to dethrone us. Even if it means cutting ties with my family and turning us against each other. Although, that hasn’t stopped Gianna and me from meeting. At least not yet.

Neither of our families know about us. I took her virginity last night and now our families are slowly becoming rivals, making it harder for us to be together.

“What should I do about it?” I ask my father, returning to the moment.

A cloud of smoke fills the air as Father releases. “You are a De Santis, Luca; you can’t let them think we are weak.”

He stands from his seat and slams his fist on the desk. The white shirt he has on is fitted and neatly tucked into his pants.

He stands tall in the room. The lights shine brightly over his groomed dark hair with a touch of gray scattered around. He has his gold Patek Philippe watch on, with a skull head ring on his middle finger.

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