Page 53 of Secret Baby for the Mafia Prince

My voice is a deep grunt.

“We’re the De Santis, and we’re the ones who call the shots in this city! I want you all to spread the word,” I say, my voice low and even, my eyes scanning the crowd with a cold intensity.

“Let every rival gang know that Luca De Santi is back in town, and I’m not here to play games.” I pause, my gaze piercing through the silence. “Tell them that the De Santi family is reclaiming their territory, and anyone who stands in their way will be dealt with. No mercy, no quarter.”

My men nod, their faces set in determined lines.

“Let the word spread like wildfire.”

They cheer with guttural noises.

I turn to Sterling as the men retreat to their trucks. Sterling’s arm tattoo is written in Italian with a red rose beside it. He folds his arm, popping out his muscles as he stands beside me.

“Get me the list of every corrupt cop in the city.”

He nods.

“Thosestronzi(assholes)will come in handy.”

Sterling starts to walk away when I stop him again.

“Also, the list of every fucking gang that betrayed us and is now allies with the Carusos. They all deserve one thing. I’m about to be their nightmare.”

Sterling’s expression turns grim; his jaw clenched. “Got it, Boss.”

Immediately, as I take a step into the mansion, I hear Bianca’s voice from behind me. She must have been sitting on the couch beside the door and waiting for me patiently.

“What are you up to now, Luca?”

I let out a frustrated sigh. “Bianca, I don’t need your bickering right now. I have work to do.”

“Work?” she repeats, her voice rising.

“I’m trying to keep my father’s legacy alive and I don’t need you to question me.”

She swallows a hard gulp as she stares at me.

“What about her?”

“What?”

“Are you ever going to let her go?”

I take a step closer to her, my eyes narrowing. “This is why I’m the one running the empire, Bianca, because I’m the one who can make tough decisions. Not because I’m older, but because I have the guts to do what shit needs to be done.”

She stands on her feet now. Bianca is only a few inches shorter than I am, even with her heels on. Her face reminds me so much ofMadre.

“And no, I've told you countless times. She’s my prisoner and she’ll remain here for as long as I want.”

“Is this truly about getting revenge or your crazy hunger for power? I don’t understand you anymore.”

“You don't have to.” I’m walking away from her. She always has to make a fight out of everything.

“This isn’t what our parents would have wanted if they were still alive.”

I stop in my tracks, infuriated by her words. It’s her fault they are dead, but I never told her and I’m not going to now. Or ever.

Instead, I snap at her. “Don’t you fucking dare tell me what Mom and Dad would want! You have no idea what they would have wanted!”

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