Page 70 of Secret Baby for the Mafia Prince

The car stops, and I hear the door shut with a soft thud. Heels click on the ground, growing louder with each step. A female voice, laced with worry, cuts through the night air. “Please, remove her mask.”

I recognize the voice.

“Bianca?”

“I said don’t hurt her. Why is she fucking tied up?” she exclaims, her voice cracking with emotion.

I feel a hand reach out and gently remove my mask. My eyes adjust slowly as I blink in the sudden light. Bianca’s worried silhouette comes into view, the car behind her shining brightlyinto my eyes, and I immediately close them to adjust to the brightness.

She comes closer and her face is now within view, her eyes scanning me frantically. “Gianna, are you okay?”

“Where am I?”

“Safe.”

“Does Luca know you kidnapped me?”

Her gaze narrows, and her jaw clenches. “Fuck, Gianna, I’m trying to get you out of there.” She tries to hold my hand but I don’t let her.

I’m not stupid enough to trust any De Santi anymore.

She notices my expression and retracts her hand. She stands beside me instead, her eyes scanning the dimly lit, vast warehouse. It’s evident that she is anxious and worried.

“What the hell is going on?”

She gives me a wry smile as she stares at me. “I’m doing what my brother should have done, Gianna. It’s the best thing to do.”

I’m taken aback by her words, confusion and mistrust swirling inside me. What is she talking about? I look at her, searchingfor answers, but her face is calm. “Bianca, what’s going on?” I demand. “Why am I here?”

She glances at me, her eyes softening, but her expression remains firm. “I know you don’t understand, Gianna. Trust me, this is for the best.”

Almost immediately, a car approaches; its blindingly bright headlights illuminate the dark warehouse, making me squint.

Bianca’s expression transforms in an instant, her relaxed demeanor is quickly replaced by tense alertness. She stands up straight, her eyes fixed intently on the approaching vehicle. I can sense her unease, her body language suspicious.

Something is fucking wrong.

The car screeches to a halt beside Bianca’s, its headlights still shining like daggers into our eyes. We all raise our hands, shielding our faces from the intense light.

A figure emerges from the car, tall and imposing, with long hair that’s blown back by the wind. He steps into the beam of light, his features obscured by the harsh glare.

The man clicks a button on his key, and the car’s lights finally dim, allowing my eyes to slowly adjust to the darkness.

My relief is short-lived as he takes two deliberate steps closer, his presence making my skin crawl. My vision is still hazy, but I can make out his face. I’m frozen in shock as I stare at him.

“Mateo.” His name falls off my lips as a whisper.

Oh god, what has she done?

“Gianna,” he says. His voice is full of relief.

“Ah, Bianca.”

He tilts his head, looking at me intently. “You look surprised to see me. Didn’t she tell you?”

Bianca’s eyes flick to me, and I feel the fear all over my body as if I’ve just been doused in ice water.

What the fuck has she done?

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