Page 33 of Secret Baby for the Mafia Prince

I lean down, my face inches from the man’s terrified expression. “You’re going to tell me everything, and I mean everything. Where the money is, who helped you, and who else is involved?”

The man nodded frantically, tears streaming down his face. “I’ll tell you; I’ll tell you everything!”

“Good. I’m glad we understand each other.”

The room falls silent, the only sound being the man’s sobs and the heavy breathing of the men surrounding him. I straighten up, my eyes never leaving the man’s face.

“Let’s get started, shall we?”

I punch him in the face hard enough that he's spitting blood out.

“It was Roma. Roma helped me steal the money.”

Fuck. To think I had trusted that asshole. Father had sent him here to help with the business in Miami.

I grip his shirt tight and pull him closer to me.

“You lie!”

“I swear on my father’s grave, it was Roma that helped me. We stole the money together and planned to run away before Dino caught me.”

“Where the fuck is my money?”

I tighten my grip on his shirt, taking a fistful of the cloth.

“It's gone. That bastard double-crossed me.”

My fists connect to his jaw in a swift manner. No one fucking messes with my business. He wails in pain as I keep him up with my grip on him.

“I’m not lying. Roma left me with nothing. He fucking deceived me.”

I turn to Vito.

“Get Roma for me. Right now!”

There’s nothing I hate more than having betrayers working for me. I’ll make this one an example for the rest.

In a fit of fury, I unleash a frenzy of kicks, each one landing with a sickening thud. The man’s body contorts in agony, his screams echoing off the walls. Blood splatters everywhere, like a gruesome painter’s canvas. It stains the floors, the furniture, and even my suit. I kick his head repeatedly until it bursts like a ripe fruit, splashing blood and brain matter everywhere.

The room is frozen for a moment and the men watch with surprising expressions. They look impressed. Still, no one dares to move or speak. The air is heavy with the stench of blood and death.

I pull out a white handkerchief and wipe my face, smearing blood across my cheeks. The fabric is stained crimson, a grotesque contrast to its original purity.

The man’s body lays motionless, his eyes frozen in a permanent scream and his face a macabre mask of terror. I stand over him, my chest pounding.

“No one fucking messes with me.” The room is silent as I spit on the dead body and the men who are seated are now shifting uncomfortably in their seats. “Everyone plays by my fucking rules.”

My phone rings in my pocket as I walk out of the room. It’s Castor. The extra spy I hired to check on the Mancinis while I build an empire in Miami. I will have my revenge at any cost, and I won’t stop, even if I’m six feet beneath the ground.

“Hello, Castor, fill me in on Gianna’s movements. I wanna know what that backstabbing bitch is up to.”

Chapter ten

Gianna

“Anna!”

I run into the bathroom to puke for the second time today before Giovanni suspects anything.

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