Page 25 of Mafia Don's Secret Baby

But I had to let her go to her son.

“I’ll see you in a few minutes,” I told her, taking a small step away.

She slid away and moved toward her room, but she paused for just a moment and turned back toward me.

“I’m coming right back,” she assured me.

She had no idea how much I needed to hear those words as she disappeared into her room.

I glanced back to the man I’d beaten to death. I’d never lost my temper like that before. I’d walked through this life unfazed for years, never letting anyone get the better of me. For years I’d never let my temper take control of my actions, but that was what had happened tonight.

I kept my control on a tight leash, and that leash had unraveled tonight.

I’d make sure nothing like this ever happened to her again.

Chapter Nine

Lilianna Genovese

I sat beside Callum for longer than I’d planned. He continued sleeping soundly as if nothing had happened. Relief filled me, my injuries aching as the adrenaline faded.

Matteo had saved me again, and this time…

This time was different. He had raced home and lost every ounce of control as he took on the men who wanted to do me harm. I’d never seen him like that. I wasn’t sure anyone had.

I stroked my son’s hair behind his ear and left a small kiss on his forehead before moving from the room and back into the living area. I expected to see the bodies lying where they’d fallen, but instead, I found two men in latex gloves rounding the room, and all trace of the bodies gone.

Matteo lingered in the hallway leading to his room, gesturing me forward.

“I have people to take care of messes like this,” he said as I strode forward. I stopped right in front of him, noting that his hands were haphazardly bandaged. “And I have new guards outside. You’re safe.”

“You can trust them?” I asked.

“They’re my most trusted men—both outside the doors and at the bottom of the elevators. Nobody else will be getting in here.”

I gave the people in the room one more wary look before nodding and following Matteo.

“What are we doing?” I asked.

“I’m making sure your injuries are clean and tended to.”

I scoffed and tried stopping, but he tugged me forward. I couldn’t help but look around at the dark, rustic wood of the bedframe and matching furniture set. A black leather couch sat along one wall with two end tables on either side. A book lay on one of them and a beer bottle on the other. Aside from that, though, the room was almost clinically tidy.

It fit his personality. Everything was in the place where it belonged.

“You're more hurt than I am,” I told him as he guided me into a bathroom.

“I’ve endured worse.”

The large, open glass shower had a standing tub on the inside and plenty of space for more than one person to get clean. The marble walls had black showerheads erupting from them, giving the entire space a sleek, modern look.

In the center of the room, he stopped and looked me over slowly. He moved a mere inch from me as he tore his shirt over his head and quickly dropped his black cargo pants to the ground. He moved forward, gripping the hem of my shirt and pulling it over my head. My hair fell in my face haphazardly, and I blew it from my eyes.

“Matteo…”

He didn’t say anything as he bent to his knee and tugged my pants from my body gently. I gasped as his fingers brushed against my bare skin. His gaze moved up my body before locking on my eyes. Seeing him on his knees before me, lashes fanning across his cheekbones, had me struggling to catch my breath. His dark hair hung loosely on his shoulders, and I couldn’t stop myself from running my fingers through the curls.

“I don’t want to see you in that position again,” he told me. “I’ll do anything to make sure I don’t.”

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