Page 79 of Secret Baby for the Mafia Prince

It feels like my heart is shattering into pieces. “What are you saying?”

He turns to keep my gaze.

Sophie is sleeping peacefully on my lap. She has no idea of the storm that just hit me.

“Please sign the marriage papers. Not just for the family, but for Sophie.”

“Don’t you dare use my daughter to force me into this,” I say, through gritted teeth.

“Think about it, Anna. Sophie would get to have a father and you will-”

“I’ll sign it today,” I say, cutting him off.

Sophie wriggles in my arms as I stand up, settling her on my chest with her hands sprawled over my shoulder.

“I'm going to go out and buy groceries so we can cook and celebrate my newfound engagement.”

“I’ll get a car ready for you,” Giovanni replies. I retreat back to my room with Sophie in my arms.

It’s a decision I’ve long forced myself to make, but it still hurts. Very much.

However, there’s no stopping it now.

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I’m scanning through the aisle of toddler food and snacks with Dorothy holding Sophie’s hand.

I couldn’t leave her alone. She has been far away from me for so long that every minute without having her near me kills me.

Giovanni had more guards come with us to the store. Andre drove while two other guards followed.

I grab a box of cereal and add it to the basket when I catch a view of Bianca. It makes my heart skip a beat. If Bianca is here, Luca could be, too. I can’t let him take me back.

My God, Sophie.

“Please don’t run or shout,” she says in a calm tone.

“Stay away from me.”

My heart’s pounding in my chest as I try to reach for Dorothy’s arm behind me. I want to tell her to run as fast as she can, but I have no fucking idea if the store is surrounded by Luca’s men. How did she find me?

Sophie makes some noise from behind.

Fuck.

“Gianna.”

“Stay the fuck away from me.” I drop the basket to the floor and slide out my gun from the pocket of my jacket. I’m glad I followed Giovanni’s instructions this time. Bianca raises her hand in the air as I point the gun at her face.

“Woah, easy there.” Her face is almost hidden in the baseball cap she has on.

“How did you find me?”

Bianca ignores my question and looks over my shoulder instead, her face paling. “Fucking Christ, who is that...”

She tries to take a step closer, but I stop her from moving by moving the gun closer to her. “Stay away from us.”

“My gosh! She looks just like him…”

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