Page 34 of Surprise Baby for the Mafia Boss

I sigh, assuming Grazia has found out about Emelia and I, although I’m not sure why she would need to tell me about that. Shit.

A thought stabs my mind. Has Emelia been playing me? Seeing another guy? I twirl Nonna’s ring in my pocket, a soft pain throbbing in my chest.

“What?” I demand, needing to get this over and done with. Emelia stays quiet, her face a mixture of despair and panic.

“Tell him, Emelia,” Grazia says, tears streaming down her face again. “Fine,” she continues when Emelia stays silent. “Luca, you’re about to be a father.”

“Grazia!” Suddenly Emelia finds her voice. “I was going to tell you, Luca. I just found out this morning and Grazia walked in on me telling my father…”

“I also walked in on her and her father scheming about how they’re joining the Baldini bloodline now and how this baby is going to help her father get more work from you!” Grazia spits out.

I’m still digesting their words, relieved that I don’t need to go and do an STD test, but angry by what Grazia is implying.

“Are you seriously pregnant, Emelia?” I raise my voice, and both women in front of me go silent. Emelia holds onto her stomach, telling me everything I need to know.

“So looking after my grandmother, consoling the whole family while we were grieving, helping with the Mexican deal — that was all part of your big master plan?”

“No, Luca… I-“ She looks at me with pleading eyes, but can’t even get a good excuse out.

“You are a sick girl, Emelia. You were always treated well by this family. We took you in because Grazia loved you. My grandmother trusted you in her dying moments, and all along you were just trying to secure a surname for yourself?”

I wait for her to reply, to tell me we have it wrong. To argue that the pregnancy was an accident, that this was never meant to happen, that she had been feeling exactly what I had been feeling. But she stays silent, cradling her still-flat stomach, a tear rolling down her cheek.

“Get out of this house,” I say calmly, my anger past the point of shouting now, and I see her expression change to slight panic. “Get out and don’t ever step foot on this property again.”

“Luca! Please, I did love Ginny, and Grazia. I lo-“ It’s a bit too late for her to start speaking now.

“You have no idea what love is, Emelia!” I yell at her now, feeling a new rush of rage.

“I loved you and every moment that you and I spent together the past few weeks brought out feelings that I didn’t even know I had left in me! And you fucked me over!” She’s staring at me, shocked.

“But I feel the same!” she cries, trying to reach out to me.

I step back from her grip, not wanting her to touch me right now. I walk away, going to put my grandmother’s ring back.

As I enter my room, I punch the wall, leaving behind a hole the size of my fist.

Why the fuck did I let myself get so involved with this woman?

Chapter Eighteen

Emelia

“Luca!” I call out softly as he walks away, unable to say anything more to change his mind.

My legs are stuck, I can’t move. Until I hear the loud thump as he enters his room. I jump, and that’s my cue to leave before things get even more out of control.

I silently curse Grazia for not letting me handle this situation. It all looks so much worse from her point of view, and now I’m not sure how I’ll ever get Luca to listen to me.

“Give me my phone, now.” Grazia looks at me with a cold expression, holding her hand out for her phone. I hand it to her and walk to the front door.

I take one more look up at the stairs before I leave, hoping to catch a glimpse of Luca. Will he forgive me? Can he really just cut his child and the mother of his firstborn baby out of his life?

I really fucked up this time. And I’m not even sure where that started. Was it by having the conversation with my father? Was it by getting pregnant in the first place? Or should I have just kept my pinky promise with Grazia and not fucked her brother—that’s probably it.

But Luca was more than just some guy I had sex with. There had always been a deeper connection there, even if neither of us really saw it until now.

He had always been protective over me and I had always been willing to listen to him when things weren’t going his way. But, things had gone further than either of us were expecting.

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