Page 114 of Secret Baby for the Mafia Prince

“Is everything alright, Pietro?”

“Oh, this?” He points to his swollen eye. “One of the many things my brother does to me.”

“Fuck. I’m sorry he did this to you.”

A wide grin spreads on his face as he stares at me, one eye more open than the other.

Mateo must be a fucking asshole. Heaven knows I’ll fucking kill him if he dares to lay a finger on Gianna or my daughter. I would have barged into his place, if not for Giovanni and Bianca convincing me otherwise.

“I certainly didn’t come for your pity. I am capable of handling my own brother.”

I’m walking back to the bar. He looks like he needs a drink more than I do. I take out an extra clean glass and a bottle of whiskey. “Why do I have you in my home then?”

“Gianna.”

I leave the bottle hanging in the air as he mentions her name, stopping myself from pouring us a drink. He must know something. Why didn’t I think of him earlier?

“Where is she? What about my daughter?” I growl, as I set the bottle back on the counter.

“Safe. At least for now, before Mateo acts differently. He can be...”

He grabs the bottle and tries to pour himself a drink, but I stop him before he does, gripping his arm.

“He can be very unpredictable sometimes,” he adds. He stares back at me now. “That’s why Father has him running the family business instead of me. He has broken him in so many ways. I almost feel sorry for him.”

I let go of his arm. “Where has he kept them?”

He takes his gaze off me as he pours himself a drink. “In his home. He will be getting married to her sometime soon.”

Fuck.

“I’m not going to let that happen,” I grunt.

He sets the bottle back on the counter. “Good. But you might want to hasten up your plans. Mateo doesn’t want to have it delayed.”

I watch him closely as he downs the drink in one gulp.

“That’s not why I am here, though.” He drops the glass on the table.

“Why are you here?”

“Because I think it is time for you to know the truth.”

“Truth? About what?”

He places his hat back on his head. “Come with me.” Pietro turns back in the direction of the front door, walking out of my house.

“This better be worth my time,” I grunt, following behind him.

“Wait till you see.”

Pietro walks out through the door and makes his way to his car parked in my compound.

Vito and another guard of his are standing beside it as I follow Pietro. His guard opens the backseat door for us and we enter.

“I need to show you these.” He hands over a brown file to me.

“What is this?”