Page 77 of Secret Baby for the Mafia Prince

No, I refuse to believe this. “This proves nothing; you could be wrong. Looks are not hard evidence.”

“Have you ever wondered what happened during those years you were away?” He takes a plastic bag from beside his seat and hands it over to me. It has strands of hair in it. “I am a hundred percent sure, but you confirm it yourself.”

Shit.

“I retrieved this from the maid who took care of her when my brother had them in his house. This bag has strands of hair that belong to your daughter, Sophie.”

“Where is she?”

Well, I did make love to her more than once without a fucking condom. I never thought to ask if she was on birth control or anything.

I’m still in shock… Gianna has a daughter. My daughter.

This changes everything.

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I’m pacing back and forth in my mansion, my mind racing with thoughts and questions.

Vito finally returns.

As I gaze at her innocent face, I’m struck by her familiar brown eyes—the same eyes that stare back at me in the mirror every day. It’s like looking at a baby picture of myself.

Plus there’s her age... she’s around the same age as when I left New York. The coincidence is uncanny, and my mind starts to wander again.

I turn to Vito, my face plastered with determination. “Where the fuck is it?”

I gave him the plastic bag Pietro had given me, along with strands of my hair, to get a DNA test done with a quick call to the hospital to hasten the process. I cannot bear the thought of living in oblivion for a moment longer than necessary.

“It’s here, Boss.” He hands over a piece of paper to me and watches me carefully as I scan through it.

I stare at it in disbelief.

It’s positive. I have a daughter.

Fucking Christ.

I’m struck by anger, my mind reeling with disbelief and outrage. “How could she keep this a secret from me?”

I pace back and forth, my anger boiling over, as Vito watches me with a sympathetic expression.

However, I’m too far gone; my anger is already consuming me. “I need time to process this,” I snap, my voice sounding distant in my ears. “Get out, Vito. I need to be alone.”

Chapter twenty-two

Gianna

I’m holding Sophie tightly against my chest like I’m afraid to lose her.

Even though Mateo returned me to my family a few days ago, I cling to my baby more than ever.

Sophie is still quite young to register what’s happening around her and, for that, I’m grateful.

More guards have been trooping in and out of the house since Father’s death.

While Giovanni believes Luca ordered Father’s murder, he hasn’t found any evidence to prove himself right. He has had more of his men at the house to prepare for any surprise attacks.

It is all overwhelming for not just Sophie but me, as well.

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