Page 65 of Secret Baby for the Mafia Prince

No... no.

“Please don’t go yet. Stay with me tonight. Just tonight.”

I’m still trying to recover as he picks up his clothes and slides them on, ignoring my words. With that, he turns and leaves, the door slamming shut behind him.

Fuck. No! I’m holding myself back from screaming out loud. I need to get out of here. My daughter needs me.

I sit there, motionless, enveloped by my thoughts. My mind replays the things that just happened, and my thoughts are a jumbled mix of anger. I’m so fucking pissed at myself.

I feel guilty for letting myself enjoy the memory of Luca's touch and how I fucking lose myself to him every time he does this to me −fucks me− when I should be worried about getting out of here.

I force myself to sit up, the damp sheets still clinging to my skin.

As I am preparing to go into the bathroom, the door swings open, and Bianca busts in, looking like she’s just seen a ghost.

I quickly grab the bed sheets and wrap them around me. We lock eyes, and she’s got this look like she's trying to say something without saying it.

She approaches me, her eyes blazing with determination, and grasps my hand tightly. “I’m so fucking sorry about my brother.” Her big, brown eyes are full of pity.

“I’m doing everything in my power to get you out of this hellhole, I promise.”

“Don’t get yourself involved in my mess.” I am shocked by the words coming out of my mouth, but it seems like the right thing to say.

Her expression only darkens. “No, this isn’t your mess. You just stay alive. I’m getting you out.”

She leaves me all alone in the room. I look at the door and wonder what Bianca’s true intentions are.

I have no idea if I can trust her.

Chapter nineteen

Luca

I’m standing in the grand ballroom of Marcus Blackwood’s spacious mansion, flooded with guests.

The environment is filled with the soft hum of conversation, the clinking of glasses, and the distant thrum of music.

Marcus, one of my new allies, is playing the gracious host, charming and affable, but I know better. Under the surface, he’s a ruthless drug lord I’ve heard tales about since my return.

A lot had changed in the city dynamics during those three years, I’m aware. Now, I’m gathering the right allies that will be loyal to me and serve their purpose. It’s all business and has been part of my plans for the past three years.

The security is tight, given the nature of our business. Some of my men are stationed at the doors, and Marcus has his goons discreetly placed around the perimeter. I’m not having any fucking surprises again.

Marcus approaches me with a smarmy smile plastered on his face. “Luca, it’s so great to finally meet you in person!” He extends a hand, but I hesitate before I take it.

One lesson I’ve learned in this business is never to trust anyone.

“Marcus,” I reply, my voice firm. I don’t let the handshake linger a second more. “It is my pleasure. Wonderful party.” My wine glass is almost empty as I gesture to the room with my right hand. “Care for some more wine? Or do you want something stronger?”

His bald head reflects the lightning in the room. He looks about my father’s age but with more wrinkles on his face and an axe tattoo on the side of his throat.

“Don’t bother.” He chuckles and gestures to the girl beside him. “I wanted to introduce you to my eldest daughter, Lana. Lana, this is Luca.”

Her red hair is flowing down part of her shoulder while the rest falls down her back. The tight red dress she has on reveals some cleavage. Her green eyes are absolutely seductive.

I take her hand and place a kiss on it. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Lana.”

Her lips curve into a full smile, revealing her whitened teeth. “The pleasure is mine.” She doesn’t take her eyes off me as I let go of her hand and turn to her father.

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