Page 111 of Secret Baby for the Mafia Prince

“Where... where is she?” A tiny spark of hope lights my insides.

“Gone.”

His words make me turn sour as I feel every hope I had a moment ago stolen away from me.

“I told her we weren’t receiving visitors yet.”

Fuck you, Mateo.

My eyes are plastered on the door as I hear it open. Mateo turns to see who it is.

“Brother,” the man says with a smile as he walks into the house. Mateo gives a different reaction as he grunts, hissing out loud and standing to his feet.

“Excuse me,” he says as he wipes the corners of his lips with a napkin and drops it back down on the table.

There’s a striking resemblance between them both. This is Pietro, his brother.

Pietro and I have only met once, when Bianca traded me off to Mateo. He seems a lot different from Mateo. From what I gathered, he’s less in the family business as Mateo’s the famous one here in the city.

Pietro is dressed in a fitted gray suit with the top of his black shirt unbuttoned. His sleek black hair is arranged in a low ponytail.

“Why are you here?” Mateo asks rudely.

Pietro’s eyes flicker to mine for a second as their conversation becomes muted.

I return my gaze back to my plate, still filled with eggs, bacon and some bread. I’ve lost my appetite already.

Mateo is distracted by the discussion he is having with his brother as they both walk out of the house. I stand to my feet with the plate in my hand. A maid is in the kitchen as I walk in.

“No, it’s alright,” I say, as she tries to take the plate from me. I stop her, taking my plate to the sink. Sophie and I can’t stay here. I need to find a way to escape. Mateo can’t have me or my child.

My eyes fall on the knife in the sink. The maid’s eyes settle on me as I pick it up.

“I-”

She remains silent, taking her eyes off me. She occupies herself, pretending not to see me as I slip the knife in my dress.

Mateo is not back in the house when I walk out of the kitchen.

I hurriedly make my way back to my room so he doesn’t see me with the knife. All I need now is a plan to catch him unaware and escape with my child. I lay on the bed with the knife still in my hand under the sheets, patiently waiting for him to show up. I just know he will.

My eyes are glued to the wall clock in the room as an hour passes by. I hear footsteps outside drawing closer and I readjust on the bed, the knife still in my grasp. I’m hoping this goes as planned or else Mateo will probably have me killed. I can’t let that happen.

The door to the room he had given to me opens almost immediately, with Mateo standing in the doorway. He looks slightly pissed with his jaws clenched.

I falter. “Is something wrong?” I ask, instead.

He lets out a breath as he begins to walk into the room. “Yes, it’s just my stupid brother fucking pisses me off.” His eyes settle on my bare skin as I reveal my thigh from underneath the sheet.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to-”

“Don’t, please.” He stops me from covering my thigh with the sheet. “You are so fucking beautiful, Gianna.”

I swallow a gulp as he trails his finger on my thigh, pushing my dress higher. I’m gripping the handle of the knife tighter, repulsed by his hand on me.

Mateo lowers his mouth to the shell of my ear and sighs softly. “You have no idea how much I’ve dreamed of touching you and making love to you.”

I gasp as his fingers make their way all the way up my thigh and then cup my core.