Page 84 of Secret Baby for the Mafia Prince

I’ll fucking kill whoever did this. I’ve waited too long to end the Mancinis and they keep coming for me and the people around me.

Not anymore.

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Sterling is staring at his phone as I watch him through the rearview mirror. It’s been two days since the accident. Vito only sustained an arm wound, while Bianca has a minor concussion. I’m so thankful.

I left her at home with Vito and more guards to watch over her.

Andre had informed me about an incoming shipment for the Mancinis. It’s time to take back what they’ve stolen from me andget payback for the crash. No one messes with me or my family and gets away with it.

My plans to make them pay for my parents’ deaths aren’t over yet. They’ll pay dearly for their sins.

The phone finally rings and Sterling answers it on the first ring. We’ve been waiting by the warehouse in East Harlem for an hour now to hear from my men. I had sent Timothee and some of my men to hijack the shipment. It belongs to me now.

“We are waiting,” Sterling says, still on the call.

I take a drag of my cigar as I stare back at Sterling through the rearview mirror.

“It’s done, Boss.”

A cloud of smoke escapes my mouth and nostrils as I puff out slowly. My eyes are hardened by anger. My daughter is still being kept away from me and Gianna is betrothed to another.

“Tell Timothee to have Shadow clean up any mess they’ve left behind now.”

He repeats my words back to Timothee on the phone before he ends the call. I don’t want dead bodies on the street drawing the attention of the authorities to us.

The cigar hangs low in-between my lips after I release the grip of my fingers on it. “How close are they?”

“They should be here in five.”

I take another drag as we wait in the car for them to arrive. I’m waiting to see the truck with my own eyes. It’s risky to bank on their words. Especially after Sterling had kept the shipment problems away from me before. I’m not letting that happen again.

They arrive right on time. Timothee is in the driver’s seat of the brown truck as I get out of my car. I drop the cigar in my hand to the ground and squash it with my feet.

He has a bruise on his head and nothing more as he jumps out of the truck. A rifle is hanging on his left shoulder. “Boss,” he greets with a nod. He has a brown shirt on with a baseball cap and black jeans.

“Where are the rest?” My left hand is in my pants pocket.

“On their way with our vehicles.”

“How about Shadow?”

“He is on it, Boss.”

Perfect.

Sterling has joined me with other men and they begin to offload the truck. They take the wooden crates into the warehouse. The crates are filled with bags of cocaine underneath canned beers. A decoy to hide them in plain sight.

I retrieve my car keys from Sterling and exit the warehouse, leaving my men to work. I don’t like leaving Bianca alone and I need to realign my plans on how to take out all my fucking enemies for good.

Bianca is seated in the dining space when I walk into my house. Her hair is a mess, with the wound on the right side of her head still having a plaster on it.

“You’re back early,” she says, as I stroll into the room to meet her. She has a bowl of ramen in front of her.

“I’m not letting you out of my sight for long.” I stare at her for a moment before I walk to the refrigerator to grab a bottle of water.

“Where have you been?” The words come out sloppy, as she has some ramen in her mouth.

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