Page 81 of Ruthless Mafia Daddy

Lila’s pregnant.

I know from the very first time we met that she hadn’t even dated anyone in the year since her last breakup, let alone slept with anyone. And I’ve had eyes on her ever since we hooked up that night almost two months ago.

I know I’m right. Why else would she go to an OB clinic? There’s no question.

As there is no question the baby is mine.

I fight the urge to storm in after her and demand to know what the fuck she’s playing at. How could she keep something like this from me?

I see nothing but red.

I claw at my hair, a pained sound escaping my lips as I pace up and down the street opposite the OB’s office.

This can’t be happening.

This can’t be happening.

I can’t be a father.

I can’t risk having something else that can be taken from me.

Valentina flashes in my mind, and I almost sink to my knees in the middle of the street as the deepest agony pierces my heart.

This was never supposed to happen.

My body is shaking with rage as I wait across the street for Lila to come back outside. Half an hour later, she appears, her cheeks tear stained, clutching a picture to her chest.

I swallow back the bile that’s risen in my throat as I watch her gaze at the photo I know is of our baby.

I’m torn between storming over there and demanding answers, or letting her walk away.

Has she not told me because she’s scared I’ll tell her to get rid of it? Or does she plan on walking away and raising this child alone? Is the thought of being tied to me for the next eighteen years so terrible?

Fuck, my mind is racing.

It’s clear that neither myself nor Lila are in the right frame of mind to discuss this right now, but that doesn’t stop me from wanting answers.

Thankfully, I’m familiar with the doctor who owns this practice, so I wait until Lila is around the corner before crossing the road and storming inside.

“Is Dr. Waite with a patient right now?” I lean on the reception counter.

The receptionist’s eyes widen as she takes in the fury in my eyes, but she shakes her head.

“Wonderful.”

“Sir, wait!” She gets to her feet, but I’m already storming down the corridor and throwing open the door to Richard’s office.

It crashes against the wall, and Richard jumps up from behind his desk, fear flashing across his face as he looks at me.

“I suggest you start talking about Lila Morano.”

“Andre—”

“Is she pregnant? How far along?”

It’s all I need to know if the baby is mine. But I can see that Richard isn’t going to give up the information easily.

“Please, take a seat.” He gestures to the uncomfortable-looking plastic chair before him.

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