Page 50 of Secret Baby for the Mafia Prince

Some of the water spills from the corner of my mouth. He lets me have just enough to quench my thirst before taking the glass away from my lips.

I notice how he stares at my lips the whole time. Our eyes stay locked for more than a few infuriating seconds and I spit at his face in distaste.

Luca sets the glass on the floor and wipes off the saliva from his face with his other arm. He squeezes my jaws hard till it starts to hurt. “Don’t be fucking stupid in here. I can kill you right this instant; don’t you fucking forget that.”

My jaws hurt badly as he keeps his grip on me for a long second. A tear rolls down my eye as I groan in pain.

He pats my cheeks before letting go of me.

I could never let Sophie find out this monster is her father. I’d rather have him stay dead to her than know the truth. Thank heavens, he knows nothing about Sophie. Mother had taken her out with Dorothy the day I was kidnapped.

“I’ve been thinking of nothing else but you and your family for years.” He rises to his feet, his eyes scanning the room with a taunting gaze. His index finger is raised in the air. “The only thing I’ve fucking thought of. Killing your entire family and sparing no one. Just like you did with my parents.”

He grunts and clenches his jaws.

His whisper is barely audible—a soft murmur that sends a chill down my spine. “I’m enjoying this a lot more than I should,” he breathes, his eyes glazing over with an unsettling intensity. “Get some rest now, Gianna. It’s going to be a long day tomorrow.”

He doesn’t leave; his gaze remains fixed on me, his eyes vacant, as if he’s lost in thought. He seems to be zoning out, his mind elsewhere.

As much as I hate it, I have to admit Luca has gotten more attractive in the three years he has been away. His chiseled jaws are more defined and his golden brown eyes make you feel like you’re staring at the sun. My gaze flicks to his long lashes and full brows. They make him look absolutely sexy.

Oh, God! Stop it, Gianna!

I’m holding myself back from going to him and running my hands through his hair. It has grown longer.

I catch myself and I hate myself for even thinking about how good he looks, but I can’t help it when he is in front of me. Staring at me with those lustful eyes.

His gaze causes a flutter in my belly as my skin tingles, wanting to have the slightest touch from him.

Fuck. This is stupid. I’m more pissed at myself than him for having these thoughts.

After a few unsettling seconds, he turns and leaves, just as silently as he entered, with the glass in his hand.

There’s no one saving me.

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I’m not sure how long I’ve been here, but it’s beginning to feel like an eternity away from my baby.

I’ve never been away from Sophie this long. It fucking infuriates me that he’s keeping me away from her.

I’ll do anything to be back with her. Even if it means playing with the devil to get what I want. I can tell Luca is still attracted to me, even though he’s been an asshole to me.

He can’t keep me locked in here forever. I’m not fucking letting him. I have to find a way to escape. The thought of seeing my baby again is all I have to fight for now.

I’ll fight to stay alive for Sophie. She’s all I have.

I haven’t seen the sun in days. I’m slowly losing my mind with each day Luca keeps me locked up.

As I hear the door creak open, I adjust on the bed, lifting my dress higher to reveal my thighs.

I can have as much control over Luca with the one thing he wants. I’m damn sure I’m going to use anything to get myself free. Even if I need to seduce him into letting me go.

I try to ignore the aches I feel in my body—the cuffs digging into my wrists. “Luca, is that you?”

It’s been two nights since Luca’s last visit. He has had the guards bring me food and water.

My eyes are planted on the door as I wait patiently for him to walk into the room.

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