Page 85 of Secret Baby for the Mafia Prince

“At the warehouse,” I reply, before taking a long gulp. The chilled water quenches my thirst.

“You had a shipment delivered today?”

“Hmmm.” I shrug.

Bianca hangs the fork full of ramen in the air as she stops to stare at me. “I know that look, Luca.” She drops the fork back into the bowl. “What have you done?”

“I only took what belongs to me.”

“You stole someone else’s shipment?”

I keep mute as I take another gulp, ignoring her glares.

“Luca!”

“What Bianca? They stole from us, too, and fucking hurt you.”

“You stole from the Mancinis?”

I start to walk away from her, back into the living room.

She stands up as I hear the sound of the chair screeching on the floor. “Luca! How are you certain it was them who stole from us?”

“They’ve been the assholes messing with us. No one dares to face me except them.”

“Can you hear yourself? Like we haven’t had attacks from other gangs, but you automatically think it’s always them. Don’t you fucking want to have your daughter around?”

I stop in my tracks and slowly let out an angry breath.

“If you continue like this, they’ll never let us have her.”

“That’s enough, Bianca!”

“You’ve been an asshole to her mother. Now this?” She coughs out a laugh.

“I said enough!” My voice is raised in anger. I turn to look at her, but she doesn’t flinch this time.

“What’s wrong with you, brother? Something broke in you ever since Mo-”

I watch her stop herself mid-sentence and let out a breath.

“Don’t Bianca.”

“Ever since they died.”

“Don’t you dare mention their deaths right now!”

“You know I’m telling the truth, Luca.”

“They’d still be alive if it wasn’t for you and your reckless drinking!” The words fall out of my lips before I can take them back.

Bianca’s face turns sour almost immediately.

Fuck. I regret saying that already.What the fuck is wrong with me?

“Bianca.” I try to touch her arm but she steps backward before I can.

Fuck! Fuck!

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