Page 43 of Secret Baby for the Mafia Prince

“Thank you so much.” I take to my heels, walking faster, before someone sees me and tries to stop me.

Sophie clings tightly to me as I settle her, resting on my shoulders.

The morning air is filled with the smell of smoke as I walk out of the door to the parking lot.

“Where are you going?” a voice grunts beside me, startling me.

It’s Cyrus.

Chapter thirteen

Luca

“Aye man, we fucked up the Mancini pricks for good; none of them are gonna fuck with us now,” Sterling says with a smirk on his face.

I turn to stare at him with fury in my eyes. Even though I had Giovanni, I’m still fucking pissed. My blood coursing roughly with rage through my veins.

“Fuck, Sterling, shut the hell up!” I seethe, my anger boiling over. “You’re not as smart as you think you are, so stop fucking rejoicing like a lunatic! Giovanni was just the first of them.”

The room gets awkwardly silent, and Sterling and Vito keep exchanging nervous glances. I pace the room, my mind drifting near and far. “That was not enough; I need more!”

I pull out my phone and dial Bianca’s number. She answers on the first ring.

“Bianca, how’s Miami? I just needed to check up on you.”

“What the fuck, Luca? I heard about everything happening with the Mancinis and Giovanni... Luca, what is wrong with you?” She lashes out at me without restraint.

She has always been the soft one.

I’m not letting the Mancinis think I’m fucking weak.

“I need you to stay in Miami. I’m not letting those traitors stay alive when they murdered our parents. I’m in contact with some guys and they’ll keep you safe, no matter what."

“Wait, Luca, Lu...”

I end the call before she can say anything else, gazing at my phone. My eyes are cold; I have no form of emotion in me.

Bianca’s profile on my phone is a family picture taken when I was just a freshman in college. We had gone on a family vacation to a private beach in the Hamptons.

A chuckle escapes as I stare at my young, frail, naive and fragile self in the picture. Giovanni was there with us that day—I remember it like it was yesterday. Only now, I’ve sent that piece of shit to hell.

I slam my phone to the ground, and the screen shatters into a hundred pieces.

Vito and Sterling jump up, taking a step back, their eyes wide with surprise. They open their mouths to say something, but nothing comes out. They exchange a glance and shut up, watching me storm out to the balcony.

Standing on the balcony, I’m gazing out at the city below, puffing on my cigar. The streets are alive with scum and filth, with people scurrying around like rats. A line of fancy cars cruises by, their owners thinking they’re above the law.

I watch it all with disgust and anger, thinking this city’s a fucking cesspool.

Just as I’m lost in thought, Vito approaches me from behind, his voice cautious. “What’s up, Boss?”

“Vito, I’m done with this shithole hotel. It’s time I go home and we’re taking a fucking house guest with us.”

His eyes widen, and he swallows hard, like he’s trying to gulp down a lump of fear. He looks at me like I’m a fucking predator, ready to feast on my prey. He has no idea.

My mind is cold, calculating, and ruthless when I say, “It’s about time I took that backstabbing bitch.”

Sterling leaves to get the car ready as Vito packs the boxes I had brought from Miami.

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