Page 133 of Ruthless Mafia Daddy

Tears roll down my face.

Lorenzo strikes me across the cheek, but I barely feel it, I’m so numb.

“Say it like you mean it,” he growls in my ear.

I cry out as he pushes down my bra and twists my nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

“I-I want this.”

“I don’t believe you, Lila.”

“Please,” I sob, keeping my eyes on the camera.

“Say. It.”

“I-I…”

Guns firing outside the room have me looking at the door.

The guard falters, glancing over his shoulder, and I know it’s now or never.

I let my lungs fill with air, throw my head back, and scream.

The sound bounces off the brick walls, and all I can hope is that it echoes through the open door.

To Andre.

Please let it be Andre.

“Oh no, you don’t,” Lorenzo hisses, clamping his hands around my neck so tightly my scream is cut off and black dots dance before my eyes.

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ANDRE

Five years ago, Lorenzo Rossi murdered Valentina Magri. My fiancée.

There’s no way in hell I’m about to let him take Lila and my unborn child too.

“Lorenzo is mine.”

We approach the abandoned warehouse where my life was torn apart situated in the center of Chinatown.

It’s derelict, with most of the windows broken or boarded up, the red bricks long since faded to a dirty brown. The perfect scene for the perfect crime.

“He took something from me a long time ago.” I pull out my gun and flick off the safety. “It’s about time he suffers the consequences.”

We climb out of the Hummer and begin our approach.

It’s likely Lorenzo has men stationed at the windows, so we keep to the shadows on the surrounding building, pressing up against the walls to shield ourselves from any unwanted attention.

The main entrance to the warehouse is a set of steel rolling shutters, but they’re rusted and practically hanging off the hinges.

I wave to Sloan and Dez to approach first while Marco and I stay in the shadows, our guns ready in case any of Lorenzo’s men are waiting for us on the other side.

I don’t realize I’m holding my breath until Dez sends his foot slamming into the steel, the sound of the impact making my teeth grind together.

“No turning back now,” Marco mutters as he holds his gun out in front of him as he charges for the entrance.

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