Page 54 of Secret Baby for the Mafia Prince

Her eyes flash with defiance, but before she can speak, I grab her chin and stare into her eyes, my gaze piercing and intense.

“You’re walking a thin line, Bianca,” I hiss. “I have it all worked out. Stay out of my fucking business, Bianca, and don’t push me.”

She looks up at me with a look of pure anger; she hisses and says, “You are not my fucking brother. He died alongside my parents three years ago!”

I watch her storm off, her heels clicking on the floor. “Bianca!”

She ignores my calls as she walks away from me and disappears into the hallway.

If only she understood how much pressure everything puts on me. Trying to rebuild everything we had here while still instilling fear in our rivals. The burden of the business and making tough decisions to stay at the top.

I turn to Sterling, who’s just entering the building. He has been very loyal to me; that’s why I keep him close. Sterling always gets the job done, and quickly. “Where were we, Sterling?”

“I’ve got the names and addresses of those corrupt cops we can use to our advantage, but…”

Sterling is unusually mute for a moment. Like he is stopping himself from overstepping with his words.

“If you have something else to fucking say, spill it.”

“It’s going to cost us a lot of money.”

“Anything to have them under my fingers. I know exactly what I have planned so just get it done.”

He nods in response.

“What about the traitors?”

“Vito is working on that.”

“Good. I want them all dead soon enough,” I respond as I slowly walk away from the living room.

Left alone, I sit in the darkness of the room I now occupy, the only sound being the ice clinking in my glass of Bourbon. Thoughts of Gianna keep flashing through my mind.

I’m stalling the plans I had for her. She’s having a fucking effect on me. Seeing the fire in her is stopping me from inflicting so much pain on her to get what I need. She wouldn’t be alive if I had carried out my initial plans. Gianna would be begging for death right now if I had.

I switch on the TV and take a swig of the liquor, feeling the burn down my throat.

I’m taking back my city. That’s all I think about now. No one would fucking dare to stop me… or distract me.

***

I wake up to the sound of a loud noise in the compound.

As I walk out of the front door, I’m met by the sight of a bunch of cars sprawled everywhere, with guys all around them; their bodies are bloodied. The doctors I pay to work for me are already doing their jobs, taking care of my men.

Vito and Sterling come out of a car looking a lot better than the rest of the men laying all over my floor, tainting it with their blood.

“What the fuck happened?” I demand.

Vito and Sterling come closer to me, their faces grim and battered. “The Morettis and some of the Carusos’ men attacked our warehouse in Brooklyn. They were trying to steal from us,” Vito replies.

I turn to the wall and punch it hard.

“Moretti thinks I’m fucking weak? How dare he betray me?”

I turn my gaze back to them, my eyes icy. “Get fixed up. We have a war to win."

One I'm not losing.

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