Page 97 of Secret Baby for the Mafia Prince

Something is fucking wrong.

My heart skips a beat. We had discussed my daughter’s safety earlier, as Mateo seems to be a threat now. Giovanni and I aren’t quite sure yet, but I’m not taking any wild chances with my child.

Giovanni now believes Mateo was behind the recent incidents and he wants to have the marriage deal canceled. I have no idea how Mateo would react to it so I had Dorothy take Sophie to the safehouse before I left the house. We were to meet there, where Sophie and I would stay till it all goes down.

“Fucking find her!” Giovanni barks at one of his men as I get out of my car.

“What’s happening?” I ask him.

The men scurry back to one of their trucks, sliding into their seats hastily.

“Giovanni?”

“Anna,” my mother says softly, trying to reach for my arm. Her face drawn together with a concerned look on it.

I move back a little, staring at Giovanni instead.

His forehead is drawn together with concern written all over his face. He doesn’t look at me as he curses in Italian and hisses roughly.

“Answer me!” I yell. My heart is pounding in my chest.

“He fucking took her.”

It feels like my world stops for a moment and all I can hear is everything falling to pieces.

Oh God.

“Anna, please,” my mother says. Her eyes getting teary already.

“What? Took who?”

Please don’t say Sophie. Not my baby, God.

Giovanni grunts more curses. Mother tries to touch me again but I stop her before she does.

“Leave me alone,Madre!”

“Fucking answer me!” I yell at Giovanni, grabbing a fistful of his shirt.

“Sophie, but I pro-” he says, barely a whisper. His eyes are full of pain.

My ears are deafened by my own screams as I lash out with angry fists at his chest. I’m crying hard. “Not my baby!” I scream repeatedly.

I feel my mother’s arm on me as Giovanni holds my arms. My head falls on his chest as I continue to cry my eyes out. He pulls me into his arms and lets me cry on him.

I can feel my heart shattering. I’ve lost my world and it’s all my fucking fault. I should have gone with her. Oh fuck, I hate myself.

“I promise you, Anna. I’ll get her back. I’m not stopping till I do.”

“Who did this? Who fucking took her?” I pull myself from his chest. My daughter needs me. She has been my strength for too damn long; I’m not losing her now, or ever.

“Mateo.”

That fucking son of a bitch.

“I’m going to fucking kill him.” I angrily pull my arms away from Giovanni’s grip and begin to leave hurriedly for my car.

“Anna! Anna!”

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