Page 56 of Secret Baby for the Mafia Prince

Luca can’t win. I'm not letting him.

My throat is itchy and dry as I pull myself up from the barred window side and walk to the wooden nightstand in the room. The room is bare, with little to no furniture. Just a nightstand, a red lamp and my bed. I search for something to unlock the door. Anything.

“Son of a bitch!” I yell out loud, frustrated by the fact that I have nothing to pick the locks with or free myself from this goddamn place.

Fuck!

Fuck!

My fingers reach for the lamp and I smash it angrily against the door. It makes a loud thud as it meets the door and forms a broken mess on the ground. Tiny shards of glass litter the room, with the parts of the lamp separated into pieces.

“Let me out of here,” I scream, banging the door hard. No one answers for the minutes I continue to pound the door with my fists. I trip on the broken lamp and fall on my knees.

My voice cracks as I scream, several glass shards piercing through my palms. My skin starts to bleed from the cuts with the glass still in.

I stand to my feet in a hurry as I hear the sound of footsteps coming in my direction, grabbing the lamp. It hurts as I hold it, waiting patiently for the door to fly open.

“Shut your fucking mouth up,” a voice growls as the door comes open.

In a swift move, I hit the lamp on the head of the man by the door. He grunts as I hit him again, screaming. It misses his head this time but I connect it to his arm.

“You bitch.”

I squeeze myself through the door as he tries to regain his balance, holding his bleeding head.

Just as I’m outside the door, I feel a strong arm wrap around my waist, lifting me off the ground.

I struggle and kick, but the grip only tightens. I’m trapped. Again.

“No! No! No!” I scream in frustration, my legs flailing wildly as I’m lifted away from the entrance.

“Stop fucking fighting or I’ll kill you right here and now!” I recognize that voice. It’s Luca’s.

How did he end up here so fast?

I struggle against his grip, but it’s no use. He sets me down on the couch, his eyes blazing with anger.

“You stupid little bitch,” the guard growls as he makes his way to me. He has a wound on the side of his head. His face flares up with anger as he tries to reach for my arm.

Luca stops him with a hard punch to the face. I squirm in my seat from the impact.

Luca looks angrier now. “Don’t you fucking touch her,” he barks, hitting the guard again. His mouth is bleeding, and his teeth are stained with blood.

I’m more afraid of Luca now than I was before.

“No one fucking touches her; you hear me?” He locks the guard by the shirt while staring into his eyes. The guard has a terrified look on his face now.

“Yes, Boss. That was a mistake. I won’t do it again.” The guard fidgets, still locked in by Luca.

“Now, get the fuck out of my face.” Luca scoffs loudly as he releases his shirt and turns back to me.

“If anyone ever dares to lay a fucking finger on you, let me know. I won’t hesitate to blow out the brains of thebastardo.”

I nod nervously as I breathe heavily. My mind is still wondering how he got back so quickly. “How are you here?”

“I’m glad my plans got canceled, or else you would have escaped. Those incompetent assholes.”

“Let me fucking go!”

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