Page 90 of Secret Baby for the Mafia Prince

My eyes bulge out in surprise. How can he be one of the Carusos? Our families are allies for God’s sake.

“That bastard!” Giovanni yells as he turns away from the body and walks out of the storehouse.

I stare at the body for a long moment before I return to the house with Giovanni.

Something is fucking wrong.

I can’t find Giovanni in the living room as I walk into the house.

If that was truly one of Mateo’s men, he could be the one behind the attack.

Today is supposed to be the last day of the deal. He expects me to be back at his house with the marriage contract signed, but this changes everything. I’m not leaving Giovanni with everything happening.

I return to my room, disturbed by the possibility of Mateo double-crossing my brother. Our families are meant to be allies. This must be a mistake. It has to be. The Carusos can’t start a war with us. Not after the partnership my mother worked to build, trading me off for this alliance.

The sound of my phone ringing on the dressing table snaps me out of my thoughts as I walk into my room. My spine shivers as I stare at the name on the screen.

It’s Mateo.

My fingers fumble, trying to pick up the phone. “Ma-mateo.”

“Is everything alright, Princess?” His voice is deep and laced with concern.

I physically recoil at the nickname. What’s it with men and nicknames? “Yes, why wouldn’t it be?”

He remains silent for a moment. I can hear my heart pounding in my chest.

“Our deal: today is the last day. Remember?”

“I remember.”

“So where are the fucking signed papers, Princess?”

I swallow a gulp, holding myself back from confronting him, especially when all forms of reasoning point to Luca.

Mateo is just like the rest of the ruthless mafia men and I have no fucking idea what he is capable of doing.

“Give me a little more time, please.”

“I’ve waited three long years, Princess. Bring them to me tonight or I’ll have my men come pick you up. Your choice.”

“Don’t. You’ll have the signed papers, and me.”

“Good girl. How is Giovanni? Is he hurt?”

I pause for a second. My lips tremble as I slowly bring the phone to my face. This clears any lingering doubt in my mind.

God, Mateo.

The door to my room flies open and I turn to see who it is.

I end the call as I see Giovanni standing in front of my room. I had not mentioned anything to Mateo but he somehow asked if Giovanni was alright.

That must have been nothing but a coincidence. It can’t be him. I’m sure it’s Luca playing a fucking game with us? I wouldn’t put it past him, not with the monster he’s become.

“Who was that?”

“Mateo.”

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