Page 74 of Secret Baby for the Mafia Prince

“Why are you bothered about it? You’ve only kept her here like a prisoner.”

“My prisoner, not yours.”

Bianca hisses and stands to her feet to stare at me. “I did what you refused to do, Luca. I’m protecting our family’s interests.”

I’m so fucking angry that I might lose control and hit her, but I don’t. I don’t have it in me to hurt her, so I storm out of her room and go to mine, slamming the door behind me.

As soon as I enter, I kick down the nightstand in my room, sending lamps and decorations crashing to the floor.

Gianna is not safe with him. She isn’t safe with anyone but me.

Fuck, why am I thinking about her safety when my plan was to kill her and the rest of her family all along?

Ah, I feel so brainfucked right now!

Still, I can’t stop the thought. He could have his fucking hands on her right this minute, and just the thought of that is enough to fuel my anger even more, making me punch the wall hard. My knuckles are bruised from the impact. I stagger out of the room, leaving behind a scene of utter chaos and rage, but I couldn’t care less.

My head becomes unsettled with Gianna being in the hands of another son of a bitch. This wasn’t part of my plan. I have to get her back. By all means.

***

I’ve been restless all day as I smoke in my office. Bianca has fucking thwarted my plans and now she has made me look weak, seeking help from the Carusos.

She has no idea the mess she has gotten me into. I pull out my phone and dial Vito’s number. He answers on the second ring.

“Boss,” he says, as soon as he picks up the call.

I let out a cloud of smoke in the air. “I want you to keep an eye on the Mancini family.” I’m fuming in anger as I stare at the empty space. Information is always power; I need to know everything there is to know about them if I want to stay a step ahead. “I want to know everything. Every fucking thing.”

“Okay, Boss.”

I cut the call and squash the cigar on my ashtray, prepared to leave.

I’ll do whatever it takes to stop the Carusos and the Mancinis.

Whatever it fucking takes.

***

The next few days are a blur of suits, ties, and handshake deals. It’s a welcome distraction from the simmering anger and betrayal still smoldering in my mind.

Andre has an eye on the Mancinis for me, feeding me details about their business and, most importantly, Gianna.

In one of his reports, there's a picture of a toddler clinging to Gianna. Another photo shows Gianna carrying the little girl. I’m not sure what to think of it. Did she fucking lie to me about being with someone else?

“That-” I growl, stopping myself from lashing out a curse word, as the possibility suddenly strikes me hard.

Fuck.

She has had another man fucking touch her and cum inside her. Someone else has heard the noises she makes when she's close, had her nails dig into his skin when she wants them to move faster.

I’m so damn pissed. I can’t stop thinking that could have been my child if things didn’t get messed up between us… if her family hadn't murdered mine. Now, some other man gets the life we could have had.

What strikes me harder is how my mind keeps playing these games with me.

Dammit! My plan was to kill her, not to fucking fall for her again and crave the life we could have had.

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