Page 49 of Secret Baby for the Mafia Prince

“I wish you were dead and that I never met a screwed up monster like you.” Tears stream down my cheeks as I speak, my heart pouring out all the pain and anger I feel. “I regret it all. I regret ever knowing you.”

I regret ever falling for you.

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I’m half-awake when I hear the clicks of the lock.

I’ve lost track of time, but I know it’s been a while since Luca left. I try to crawl back to my feet as a man walks in.

The man, a towering figure with a chiseled jawline and a stern expression, walks into the room, a tray of food held in his hand. He sets it down in front of me on the floor. He doesn’t look familiar with his bald head and scared face.

I gaze down at the offering, my stomach growling with hunger, but my eyes narrowing in dismay. “I am not hungry.”

The tray holds in it a plate of mashed potatoes and a glass of water.

The man shifts the tray closer. “Boss says you have to eat.”

I look him straight in the eyes with a stern gaze, my stomach rumbling. “I said I’m not fucking hungry.” In a rage, I push the tray hard till its contents spill into a mess.

The man’s expression doesn’t flinch; his eyes are as hard as stone. He clicks his tongue. “You’ll eat your mess.” He sets the tray in front of me and leaves me alone.

As the hours drag on, the silence is deafening. The darkness outside seeps into the room and my thirst and hunger are long forgotten, as all I fucking want is to get out of this hell of a place.

“Helpppp me. Somebody let me out of here!” I shout, my voice hoarse from dehydration. The only response is the echo of my own cries.

I miss my baby. Sophie must be terrified. I just pray Mother is at least showing her some motherly love.

Tears stream down my face, hot and bitter. The thought of no one ever finding me sends a chill down my spine, and I cry out again, my voice cracking with fear.

The door creaks open, and Luca saunters in, his hands clasped behind his back, his eyes fixed on me with an air of disdain. “Why are you fucking disturbing my peace?” His eyes flicker to the tray, then back at me. His gaze is piercing and devoid of emotion.

“You don’t get to starve yourself here. You’ll need all the strength you can get.”

“I’d rather die from being starved than give you therevengeyou seek,” I yell, emphasizing the word revenge.

He gets closer, his steps calm and silent, and he squats down beside me, his breath hot on my skin. “That’s not going to happen.” His fingers wrap loosely around my neck unexpectedly.

My eyes grow wide in shock as he slowly closes his grip on my throat, just enough that it’s firm but not tight and I can’t do any fucking thing to stop it, even if he decides to choke me out.

A sound between a moan and a gasp falls from my lips.

His lips hover over mine for a minute as his gaze becomes intense. I can feel it in my deepest parts.

He licks his bottom lip as his finger slowly runs over my dried lips. Just as quickly as he came, Luca lets go of my throat and walks out of the room.

A low breath comes out of me. I’m incapable of stopping my body from responding to him and I fucking hate it so much. He has me as his prisoner already. I can’t let him have control of my mind and body as well.

I’m still stunned by his actions. Luca has been very unpredictable lately.

It only takes a few minutes until he returns. He has a glass of water in his hand. I swallow hard, knowing how thirsty I am.

“Drink.” His voice is deep and commanding as he closes the distance between us.

My eyes flicker to his taut muscles bulging from the short sleeve of his gray shirt instead. The tattoos lining his skin. I’ve grown to hate them each time I see him walk through the door to hurt me. “I’m not drinking that.”

“Stop being so fucking stubborn and have some water.” He grabs my jaws in place when I stay unresponsive for a minute. I’m struggling to set myself free.

“Drink. Now.” He presses the tip of the glass against my lips and forces me to drink.

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