Page 132 of Ruthless Mafia Daddy

“Don’t fucking touch her,” I spit. “She’s a child.”

“That is up to you, now, isn’t it?” Lorenzo shakes his head.

“I’ll do whatever you want.” I have to protect Rosa from this fate if it’s the last thing I do. If Andre loses his sister too…

“Good, that’s a start.” He crosses the cell and opens the door, calling for the guard outside to come in.

The guard doesn’t look much younger than me, and it chills me to think what happened in his short life to get him to this point.

I watch as Lorenzo reaches into his pocket and hands the guard his cellphone.

“Get ready to start filming.”

The young guard looks at me, his expression cold and unmoving.

“Help me,” I mouth, the taste of salt on my tongue as tears cascade down my face.

But the guard looks back to Lorenzo as if he never saw me, and I realize that I’ve exhausted my last option.

If Andre doesn’t get here in the next few minutes, I’m going to pray that death claims me quickly, and that Lorenzo is satisfied enough to leave Rosa unharmed.

“I’m sure Andre will enjoy this very much.” Lorenzo stalks toward me.

I keep my chin lifted, not wanting to cower away from my fate.

He smiles at me, as if sensing my thoughts.

“Tell me you want this.” Lorenzo moves to sit beside me on the old mattress.

I swallow my disgust as he reaches out to run a finger along the curve of my breast.

I try my best not to flinch at the feeling of his calloused finger grazing my skin.

I swallow the acid in my throat as he devours my body with his eyes.

“Tell me that you can’t wait to feel my cock inside you.”

I glance to the guard who’s moved closer, the phone pointing at us as he films.

I stare directing into the camera, hoping my eyes portray everything I will never get to say to Andre.

That I love him, that I’m sorry. That I was looking forward to having his baby. That I’m sorry that I couldn’t save Rosa, but I’m trying hard nw. That my life only got better when he came into my life.

There are so many things I wish I could tell him, so many things I wish he could have told me back.

I love him, but now he will never have the chance to grow to love me back. He’ll never have the chance to meet his baby.

The only good thing about it is that because he doesn’t love me, he won’t be as devastated as he was with Valentina.

I hope he knows this is not his fault. Was never his fault.

Lorenzo’s voice snaps me back to reality. To the living nightmare my life has become. “Say it!”

I flinch. One last thought crossing my mind.

I’m sorry, Andre. I love you.

I close my eyes. “I want this.”

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