Page 6 of Secret Baby for the Mafia Prince

His words throw me off balance as they echo in my ears. The truck had set out to leave last night. I was with Gianna around that time.

Could it be? Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

“How?”

The prisoner lets out a laugh instead. It fucking pisses me off even more.

“Answer me, fuck head!”

He ignores me and continues to laugh hysterically. I punch him in the face and grip his neck again.

“Salvatore is the onlyCapo(Boss).” He finally sneers.

I unwrap the chain from my knuckles. They’ve turned white with tiny cuts on them. In a sudden move, I turn to slip the gun from Santino’s pocket and pull the trigger on the prisoner.

He falls to the ground with a bullet hole in his head.

Chapter two

Gianna

I try to slam the door to my room shut but it gets stopped by Giovanni. I’m so fucking pissed at him.

“Anna,” he grunts as he slams the door open wide.

“Get out of here.”

He ducks in time as I toss a brush at him. His face is contorted in a frown.

“I don’t fucking want you here.”

“Stop this, Anna.” Giovanni slaps away the clothes I toss at him next. In a long stride, he covers the distance between us and holds my wrists tight. Tight enough to stop me from pickingup anything else to throw at him but not enough to hurt me. Giovanni would never do anything to hurt me.

“Let go of me,” I grunt, wriggling my hands to set myself free.

He ignores me and keeps his grip firm. We have the same amber-colored eyes.

“Not until you chill the fuck out and listen to me.”

I look away from him.

“Why do you have to be so goddamn stubborn?” he hisses. Giovanni waits for a few minutes before he lets go of my wrists. “I only want what’s best for you.”

“A life outside all of this is what’s best for me. I went to college and graduated with a fucking degree. I want a normal life where I can have a normal job, not any of this.”

He is the only reasonable person around here who would even stop to listen to me.

I’m pacing the room angrily with my arms crossed across my chest. I thought I could have his support by convincing Father to let me have a life of my own. All Father and Mother do is give commands with no regard for what I want. If I could choose between hell and living under this roof, I wouldn’t hesitate to strike a deal with the devil.

“I am only protecting you.”

“Protecting me from whom, Giovanni?” I stop in my tracks to stare at him.

He plants his gaze on the ground and pinches his forehead, letting out a sigh.

“Tell me, brother, who do I need protection from?” My shoulders ease a little as he places his grip on them.

“Just trust me, Anna. Please.”

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