Page 131 of Ruthless Mafia Daddy

If I can only keep him talking long enough for Andre to find me…

“I could be useful to you.”

Lorenzo pauses, his eyes narrowing as he glares at me.

“Andre trusts me.”

Lorenzo throws his head back and laughs, the harrowing sound echoing around the dank cell.

“Nice try, sweetheart, but I know about your little situation.”

I frown. “What situation?”

“The fact that you’re pregnant with Andre’s child.”

My blood chills as I look once more at the knife in Lorenzo’s hands, my mind going to the darkest of places.

I have no idea what this man is capable of, but he seems to want to stop at nothing until he has Andre’s blood on his hands.

“There’s no way in hell I would trust you as a spy when you’re in so deep with De Luca. It wouldn’t be worth the trouble. Besides, I’m very much looking forward to seeing his face when he realizes I raped the mother of his child and then cut open her womb to let her bleed out.”

I can’t fight the vomit that rises in my throat. I double over and empty the contents of my stomach on the floor.

“Please.” I place my hands protectively over my abdomen as I look at Lorenzo. “Not my baby.”

“Oh, yes. I like it when you beg.” He crouches down in front of my cowering body.

He reaches out to run his fingers along my cheek, and I try my best not to show any fear, but I can’t help but recoil at his touch.

I watch as Lorenzo’s expression changes to one of fury. Pain sears my skin as his hand collides with my cheek, snapping my head to the side.

I whimper, fighting the urge to press a hand to my burning cheek, not wanting to seem weak.

“I’m the last man you’ll ever feel inside you, so you might as well enjoy it, princess,” Lorenzo purrs. “And the fact that you’re pregnant with Andre’s child only makes me harder.”

“No woman would ever take pleasure from fucking you.” I bare my teeth at Lorenzo.

His eyes flash, and he slaps me again on the same cheek.

I gasp at the pain, but I would rather the feel of his hand on my cheek then of his cock as he tries to fuck me.

“I’m going to take great pleasure in fucking you, Lila Morano.” He wraps his hand around my neck, forcing me back onto the mattress.

I lash out, pounding my fists into his chest, but it only results in Lorenzo tightening his grip around my neck.

I gasp for air, clutching at his wrists as my lungs start to ache.

“There’s no need for that,” he purrs. “Now, let’s get the camera all set up, shall we?”

Lorenzo releases his hold around my neck and climbs to his feet.

“If you resist me, Lila, you will render Rosa to the same fate. So, what will it be?”

“Rosa?”

She’s here? The man at the club… He must have been one of Lorenzo’s men, hoping to corner her and bring her to him.

The thought of this disgusting old man laying a finger on sweet Rosa has me swallowing down bile.

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