Page 99 of Secret Baby for the Mafia Prince

“Where have you been, Gianna?” He finally closes the distance between us and touches my face with the back of his fingers.

I squeeze my eyes shut, turning my head in the opposite direction.

“Where were you, baby?” he whispers, his lips merely inches away from the shell of my ear. I squeeze my eyes shut even more, unable to form words. He knows. He has to.

Mateo coughs out a cold laugh.

“Mateo, I beg of you.’

“Fuck, Gianna.” He grabs my jaw and squeezes hard. “I fucking saved your life and this is how you repay me?”

“Y-you’re hurting me.” My words don’t mean anything to him as he squeezes harder. His fingernails digging into my skin. He doesn’t break his gaze.

“He had you as his fucking prisoner, Gianna. Then I saw you come out of his fucking house again,” he says, through gritted teeth. My cheeks are starting to get wet as tears fall freely from my eyes. “All I wanted was for you to be mine. Yet you fucking betrayed me and lied to me.”

“I'm... I’m so-sorry,” I cry.

His eyes flick to my lips and he licks his bottom lip.

“It’s too late for that now, Gianna. You’ve left me with no other choice but this.”

Before I can comprehend what’s happening, Mateo crashes his lips on mine and begins to kiss me.

I’m crying harder as I let him do this to me.

He isn’t gentle with the way he takes my lips in his and hurts me with his teeth, biting me more than a few times.

In this moment, I can’t think of anything but how to get his fucking lips away from me. I hate it. Fuck, I hate him. Long, painful seconds pass before he finally stops.

“Get the papers, Rico. Gianna here is about to be my wife.”

I can’t believe it. I thought my heart couldn’t be shattered into more pieces than it was before, but it just did.

“Yes, boss.”

Rico leaves my arms and disappears into a room at the far end of the living room.

My tears don’t stop as I stop holding them back. “W-where is my child?” I ask.

“Safe with me. You couldn’t possibly think I would do anything to hurt my stepdaughter.”

“I want to see her. Now.”

He walks to the side of the room, sectioned off as the bar. Stacks of expensive bottles of a variety of liquor are neatly arranged on the open shelves.

“You will soon enough.” He takes a clean glass from the marble-tiled counter and a bottle of red wine. “I’d like to have more children.” Mateo smirks as he pours himself a glass. “Sophie should at least have a brother to inherit my business.”

My stomach coils in disgust. The thought of having to have him inside me and birthing his children irritates me so damn much. It almost makes me puke.

“I’ll marry you on one condition,” I blurt.

He takes a little sip of his drink and stops to watch me.

“You can have me all you want if you let my daughter go. She doesn’t have to be a part of this.”

Mateo makes a clicking sound with his tongue as he shakes his head in response. “Now, you don’t make the terms here anymore, my love.” He takes another sip. “I do.”

Rico walks out of the room with a file in his hand and hands it over to Mateo.

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