Page 73 of Secret Baby for the Mafia Prince

Where the fuck is she?

I lose all form of reasoning for a second. She does that to me. I storm out of the room, my anger boiling over. I grab the first guy I see, my hand clamping around his neck like a vice. “Where is Gianna?”

The guy stammers, trying to speak, but I cut him off. “Talk, or I’ll fucking kill you,” I hiss, my grip tightening.

He gulps, his eyes wide with fear. “M-Miss Bianca... she took Gianna,” he stammers.

My grip releases on him. What?

What the fuck has Bianca done? I feel like I’ve been punched in the gut. I’m stunned, my anger momentarily forgotten. “Bianca?” I repeat.

He nods in response.

“What did Bianca do to her?”

He takes a step back, his eyes still wide with fear. “I-I don’t know, sir, but she had her taken away in your absence.”

I’m seething as I walk angrily to Bianca’s room.

Why would my own sister do this? How dare she take away what’s mine?

I barge into her room, my anger propelling me forward.

She’s sitting in front of a mirror, applying makeup with a calm, steady hand. She doesn’t even flinch as I approach her.

“What did you want with Gianna?”

She smacks her lips, her gaze still fixed on her reflection in the mirror. “Oh, you’ve finally noticed.”

My icy glare settles on her as we lock gazes, but she still doesn’t flinch. She’s calm as I stare at her and it only fuels my anger. “Bianca, answer me,” I growl, my patience wearing thin. “What have you done, Bianca?”

She finally turns her full body to face me, and her expression remains serene. “I’ve done my part in helping Father’s legacy stay alive. A decision you couldn’t bring yourself to make.”

My eyes narrow on her. “What are you talking about?”

“I made a fucking trade.”

“What?”

“The shipments aren’t getting seized or attacked any longer. You’re welcome.” Her voice is dripping with sarcasm.

“A trade... to who? The fucking Caruso?”

She keeps mute, staring at me.

“Tell me where the fuck Gianna is,” I hiss, gripping her arm.

Her eyes flash with fear as she flinches in her seat, now showing the fear I’m sure she’s trying so hard to mask, but she refuses to speak.

I tighten my grip, but I remain careful not to hurt her. “Bianca!” I yell, fed up with her antics.

“Fine,” she gasps. “I’ll tell you. Just fucking let go of my arm.”

I loosen my grip slightly, my eyes never leaving hers. “Where is she?” I demand again, using all my willpower to keep myself in check.

Bianca takes a deep breath. “She’s with Mateo Caruso; I traded her to him. He reached out to me with a pretty great offer, Luca.”

I punch the wall in annoyance. Gianna belongs to me. Not anyone else.

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