Page 26 of Secret Baby for the Mafia Don

This is going to be so much more difficult than I had thought it would be.

Chapter Eleven

Elio

I can feel how wet she is through the skin-tight leggings she put on. Hell, I can even smell her arousal in the room.

My cock is painful at this point, pressing eagerly against my underwear and slacks, desperate to sink itself inside her welcoming heat, but I know that I need to move carefully this time.

The gulf of years apart stretches between us and the fear and hurt that I caused will make her cautious of me. She won’t thank me for fucking her senseless without offering anything in return.

If I want to get her out of here, I’m going to have to make sure that I actually do the job right this time. I allow myself to indulge in a moment of sadness that I didn’t try to win her over properly when we were younger before shaking away that thought.

Now is not the time for regrets.

I move away from her, going to sit on the chair in the corner of the room. I look at her across the room, pondering what she wants from me.

Does she really think that she can live life like a normal person and raise my son away from me? Surely she can’t be that naïve.

“We need to get you out of here,” I say to her. I’m careful what I say because I know that someone is standing in the hall listening to our conversation.

She is silent for a beat or two, looking at me. I see her chest rising and falling rapidly.

She’s scared, but she’s also turned on, and the thought makes a jolt of pleasure spike through me. I like her when she’s wild and desperate because that is when she’s the most direct with me.

“I’m not arguing that point,” she agrees. She pushes away from the wall and moves a little closer to me. “However, it’s not really up to me what happens now. You and those Baldini pricks are going to trade me like a cow at the market in exchange for the right amount of money.”

I shake my head. “You don’t know that,” I say.

She scoffs but doesn’t say anything else to me.

“Is he mine?” I ask abruptly. The question spills from my lips almost against my will. I hadn’t wanted to ask her that. I had wanted to wait to ask her until she trusted me again.

She sneers at me. “Does it matter if he is?” she inquires.

I raise my brows. “Of course it matters,” I say in reply. “I’m not going to work to save Marco Rodriguez’s brat from the Baldinis. I will, however, consider this deal in a different light if the boy is actually my heir.”

Her mouth is a firm line, and I can see her deciding what she is going to do. Finally, she says in a small voice, “He’s yours.”

I’m surprised at the rush of pleasure that her words cause.

I hadn’t ever really thought about having children to inherit the family business. I had been too busy trying to stay alive, earn money, and find Kate again.

I hadn’t given myself the time to consider whether or not I wanted a family. My reaction is the first indication that I have wanted a family all along and just never allowed myself to consider it a possibility.

“Where is he?” I ask, glancing around at the room significantly.

She blows out a breath. “He’s at Enzo’s house with his kids. They have a private tutor who teaches them.”

I nod. I should have thought of that.

“I won’t let you meet him anyway. Not until you have proven to me that I can trust you.”

I lift a brow and regard her across the room in silence.

I hate being told what to do. I always have.

Even orders from the woman that I have been obsessed with for so many years make me irritated. However, I remember that I promised to do the right thing this time and win her over, so I grind my teeth together and force myself to nod in reply. “Fair enough,” I say to her.

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