Page 25 of Secret Baby for the Mafia Don

I yank open the door to my room and turn on the shower. I pin my hair up on top of my head and hop in.

I’m suddenly grateful that Enzo brought me a bunch of his sister’s clothing to borrow. Up until now, I had felt rather annoyed about having to wear her clothing, but now I was grateful to have anything other than the scratchy maid’s uniform to wear to see Elio.

As I put on lipstick and brush out my hair in front of the mirror, I rehearse what I want to say to Elio. I don’t know why he tried to come to get me from Mexico, not really. However, it gives me some hope that he was still invested enough to track me down and try to get me to leave with him.

I have no desire to marry Elio, but maybe I can appeal to him to save Mateo from this situation. Elio has never once shared his plans or thoughts with me, but maybe, just maybe, I can use my kidnapping as a means to trick him into being willing to see things my way.

I look at myself in the mirror and draw in a deep breath. I have never been good at subterfuge.

I am naturally a very direct person and I hate lies, both hearing them and telling them. I know it’s foolish that I feel this way, given the kind of family that I grew up in, but it’s the truth.

However, the time for being honorable is long past.

My son and I are not going to get out of this mess by being honest with the men who are using us to get what they want. It’s time for me to beat them at their own game.

Suddenly, there is a loud knocking at my bedroom door. It makes me jump, and I press a hand to my racing heart. I’m going to age years living in this house where everyone is constantly sneaking up on me with demands that I don’t want to give in to.

“Yes?” I call out, leaning against the sink and trying to slow my breathing.

“Your visitor is here.”

The voice is Luca’s and I grit my teeth. I really hate him. Elio has a reputation for being a very bad man, but Luca is much worse. There is an air of insanity hanging over Luca at all times that makes my skin crawl.

I have no idea what Emelia sees in him. For me, his handsome face would never be enough to make up for the ugly thing inside of him.

“I see,” I manage to get out. I had hoped that we wouldn’t have to meet in my bedroom. It makes me feel like a call girl but without the benefit of getting paid.

If I am being honest, I also don’t trust myself around Elio so close to a bed. We have always had a habit of falling into bed to avoid the ugly things in life and there is nothing uglier than what I am going through right now.

I leave the little bathroom and lean against the wall facing the door. I refuse to sit down and make myself even smaller than Elio. I close my eyes and clench my trembling hands behind my back.

“Let him in,” I call, pleased that my voice sounds strong and firm.

There’s a little pause, and then the door swings open. The light in the hall frames Elio, making him look like some kind of fallen angel coming to take me away to heaven or hell.

My heart stutters in my chest as I watch him enter the room and close the door firmly in Luca’s face.

“Bastard,” he hisses quietly as he shuts the door and I nearly chuckle in reply. It’s nice to know that he hates Luca as much as I do.

Elio turns to face me, his dark eyes meeting mine and I freeze like a rabbit being stalked by a predator. Despite my fear, my pussy is instantly wet. I hate myself for being so susceptible to him, even now, but I know that I can use my undying attraction to him as a weapon to get my way.

I steel myself, trying not to let him see right through me for once in my life.

“How is it that I still want to fuck you senseless after all these years?” Elio says to me. He has halted just inside the room, and his eyes wander to the neatly-made bed before returning to my face.

I let a little smile curve my lips. “You just want me because you can’t have me.”

“I can’t have you?” he says back to me, stalking closer. “Since when has that been the case?”

He prowls closer to me and I manage not to flinch or move away. He regards me for a moment from his greater height, something hot and questing in his eyes, before he reaches out abruptly and cups my pussy in his slender, beautiful hand.

I gasp. I can’t help it.

I wonder if he can feel my arousal through the dark leggings that I slipped on for this meeting.

“The rest of you might think that’s true, but she knows it’s not,” he whispers to me, massaging his fingers gently over my hungry, wet pussy.

My eyes flutter closed.

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