Page 34 of Secret Baby for the Mafia Prince

He is behind the door, yelling my name as I take longer to let him in. Giovanni won't ignore it if he finds out I have been sick.

Ever since Luca left without a word, I have settled on locking myself in my room most days. It’s been three weeks now and not a single fucking word from him. His words of revenge still haunt me in my sleep.

It hurts to admit, but I’ve slowly grown to resent him and my family.

It’s like I have no one left in my corner. Mother keeps finding new ways to hurt me, planning a fucking marriage with a business partner for their selfish needs. The one person I thought I could trust has left me. I’ve been a shadow of myself, confined within these walls.

Giovanni worries about me. This would be different. I’m fucking scared, too. My period is two weeks late and the thought of carrying his child...No, I can’t be pregnant. Mother and Father can’t find out that I broke the tradition… that I am no longer a virgin.

“Open this door, Anna!”

A loud thud lands on the door as I turn on the faucet. I rinse my mouth in a hurry before I exit the bathroom.

“Anna!”

My body feels heavy as I drag myself to the door. Giovanni stares at me intently, opening the door wider with his hand. I’m holding myself back, feeling nauseous again.

“You’re sick, Gianna.” He grips my hand in a hurry just before I fall to the ground.

I’m light headed as he holds me up and guides me back to my bed. “I’m alr... I’m alright.”

“I’m getting the doctor here.”

No. I can’t let him find out.

Giovanni rests his palm on my head. It feels cold against my skin.

I take his fingers in mine and squeeze hard. My eyes begging him not to say a word. “Please... please don’t.”

“I can’t let you stay like this, Anna.”

“I’m fine, I promise.”

“No, you’re not.” He lets go of my hand and walks out of the room without another word. This isn’t going to end well.

Goddammit.

Giovanni isn’t letting this go. I curse under my breath as I run back to the toilet to puke again. My fingers are firmly positioned on the seat as I hold myself up on my knees, letting out liquid content.

I’m too weak to stand any longer, and I lose track of time sitting on the floor next to the toilet.

Giovanni comes rushing in as my eyes flutter, slowly drifting to sleep. His arms wrap around me and he carries me back to my bed.

I’m whispering inaudibly as my back meets the comfort of my bed. My vision is hazy but I can see another image of someone in the room with us. I can barely make out the words Giovanni says as the other man takes my hand.

God, I hope it’s only a fever.

My eyes finally give in and I fall asleep, praying with everything in me that I am not with child… Luca’s child.

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“What?”

I jerk up from sleep, disturbed by the noise in the room. Someone is yelling next to me. It’s Mother.

I’m trying to make out where I am as my eyes slowly adjust to the lighting in the room. Giovanni is staring at me as my vision gets clearer. The corners of his lips are curved downward in a frown.

Something is fucking wrong.

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