Page 85 of Dark Mafia Heir

The moment our eyes meet, her face lights up with a smile. She rushes towards me, and we both collide into each other’s arms.

God, this is what heaven feels like—my sister’s jasmine, lavender perfume, warm embrace, and soft voice. I’ve missed her so much.

She pulls back but holds my hands as she scrutinizes me from head to toe. “Are you okay? They’re not hurting you, are they?”

I shake my head. “I’m fine. Like really fine. I just missed you.”

Tears well in her eyes, and she pulls me back in for another hug. “I missed you more. I was so worried about you. I was so excited when Papa told me we were meeting tonight.”

Papa.

My papa is here.

Shit. I’d almost forgotten he exists. I wonder what he thinks of all of this. What he’ll think when I tell him I’m pregnant.

My pulse quickens as I spare him a quick glance from over Harper’s shoulder.

He’s cold as usual, giving me that icy glare that is hard to read. I can’t tell whether he is angry at me or the situation or even angry at all. I wonder how Antonio managed to convince him to agree to this dinner.

I break my hug with Harper and walk over to him. “Hi, Father.”

He takes his good time to scrutinize me before he answers. “Hi, Vivienne. You look… well.”

Maybe it’s just my imagination, but it doesn’t sound like he’s very happy about the fact that I am… well.

“So do you.” Which is a relief because I was scared he would have gone bald with worry for me by now.

“You made it in time.” Antonio’s deep, baritone voice comes from behind me.

I turn around, shaking my head and signaling him not to cause any trouble. It must’ve been hard for my papa to accept his invitation to dinner; infuriating him now will not yield any benefits for anyone.

Still, I am grateful to Antonio for this surprise. I steal a surprise smile at him, and he winks back at me.

“Why wouldn’t I?” my father shoots back at him. “It’s not every day a kidnapper invites the father of his prisoner to his home, is it?”

Tension rises in the room, seeping into my veins and making my bones tremble. My stomach churns, but I am unsure if it’s the pregnancy hormones raging or my pulse racing. Whichever one it is, I hate the feeling of it.

I let out a nervous laugh. “Knock it off, you two.” I turn to Harper, who nods at me, and then to my father. “Dinner’s ready. Let’s go to the table.”

My husband and father exchange glares as if promising each other to continue their cold war later.

I sigh silently. Fine, they can kill each other if they want to. I won’t be here to witness it though. Grabbing Harper’s hand, I lead her to the dining room and pull out a chair for her, not caring if Antonio or Papa are following behind us.

I round the table to the chair across from Harper and sit on it.

She narrows her eyes on me and stares at me intently.

I shift in my seat. “What is it?”

“You’re glowing, Vivi.” She leans over the table, grinning mischievously. “You’re not just a prisoner here, are you?”

I roll my lips between my teeth and bite back a smile.

“Ah,” she drawls with glee. “You don’t have to answer. Your face says it all.”

Scarlet red burns my cheeks. “Says what?”

“That you’re in love with him. It’s written all over you.” She pauses and exhales deeply. “Vivi, I want you to be completely honest with me right now. Are you really happy here?”

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