Page 30 of Secret Baby for the Mafia Don

I’m going to have to make other plans to get myself and Mateo out of this mess. Clearly, none of the men in my life can be counted on for anything.

“Get out of here, Elio,” I say coldly, rising from the bed and going into the bathroom. I feel like there aren’t enough hot showers to rinse off the filth of coming into contact with so many evil men every day.

“We aren’t done talking, Kate,” he says, his tone highhanded and arrogant.

I snort and slam the bathroom door. I twist the lock on the knob and turn on the shower. “That’s where you are wrong,” I call back. “I am done talking. I don’t give a shit if you are done talking to me or not.”

I think he says something back to me, but I can’t make out the words over the sound of the shower. I wait until the temperature is right and then strip out of my borrowed clothes.

The hot water feels nice, and I stand for a few minutes just letting it run over my body.

I hate myself for still wanting Elio so much.

It’s like my body doesn’t give a crap what is logical where he is concerned. I should despise him after everything that he has done to me, but as soon as we touched one another, I started giving in to him again, just like I always do.

I wash my hair and then loosely tie it up on top of my head so I can wash the rest of my body. I scold myself for waiting around for so long without making any of my own plans.

What was I expecting? That Elio would come here and simply agree to whatever the Baldini family wanted so that he could keep me and Mateo safe? Surely I should have known better than that.

He had never once put anyone else before himself in all the years that I had known him. Why should this situation be any different?

It hurt to admit to myself that he didn’t want anything from me but the money that he could make off of marrying me. I wonder if Marco has let my parents know that I am now a captive of the Baldini family.

He had made them aware that I was safe after I ran away from Elio, but he had told them not to ask any questions about where I was.

I assume that he won’t say anything to them about the fact that I have been taken to the US, because he won’t want to risk having them come here to try and free me from my prison.

And he’s probably wise to keep the information secret, as much as I hate to admit it. The Baldini family, the Aguirres, and the Rodriguez clan have always vied for control of the drug market.

There is no telling what kind of foolishness my parents and my extended family would get up to if they knew I had been kidnapped. And, I had to admit, that Marco was unwilling to step on either the Baldini’s or Elio’s toes for the sake of his own business dealings.

It sucked to be at the bottom of everyone’s list all the time.

I wonder if Luca and Enzo would be this casual if one of their women was kidnapped by another powerful family. I remember that the Baldinis had left Grazia in Marco’s clutches for weeks without coming to save her and shake my head.

I don’t know if I feel better or worse about my situation now that I have realized that I am being treated like a real Baldini woman.

I watch the soap bubbles running down my bare legs and wish I could wash away down the drain just like them. I take a finger and slip it through the swollen, tingling folds of my sex.

The orgasm that I experienced earlier had been shocking in its intensity and it was like it had woken something inside of me that could not be quenched.

I think about Elio’s giant cock and feel myself growing wet all over again. It had been so long since I had been fucked by him, and I have to admit that all I could think about was getting Elio inside of me once he was in my bedroom. I was proud of my own restraint and that I had managed to at least convince him to take things slightly more slowly than he had in the past.

I slip a finger inside myself and put my foot up on the ledge inside the shower. That isn’t enough, and I add two more, sucking in a breath at the jolt of sensation traveling through me in response to the increased pressure.

I close my eyes and think of Elio moving inside my body, making me shout with pleasure like he always did in the past, spilling himself inside of me as he came with his teeth sunk into my skin.

I come apart for the second time in a half hour, shaking so badly that I almost slip on the soapy shower floor.

I lean my head against the tiles as my quivering body settles, wishing for the umpteenth time that I had not made the mistake of running to Marco over a lover’s spat seven years ago.

Nothing about my life has gone the way I wanted it to since that day. It’s time for me to take matters into my own hands and start working out a plan to escape this prison without the help of the man I love.

Chapter Thirteen

Elio

I drive too fast as I head back to my penthouse apartment in town.

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