Page 100 of Ruthless Mafia Daddy

“The drone who took you is my younger brother, Marco. He’s the only person I’d trust with you.”

“I don’t give a fuck if you sent your fucking housekeeper to get me. You still kidnapped me, Andre! And after everything you said last night when we made love…” My voice cracks, and I have to look away from him. “Why is it that I keep falling for your bullshit.”

“Everything I said last night was true, Lila. Believe me.” He moves around the side of the bed, crouching in front of me.

I turn my head, screwing my eyes shut as his gaze bores into me.

“I couldn’t risk you bolting if I told you of the threat.”

“I would’ve gone with you if you asked,” I whisper. “You should’ve trusted me enough to tell me the truth. Not treat me like some fucking cornered animal.”

“I’m sorry, sweetheart.”

A strangled sob escapes my lips at his words, but I refuse to open my eyes and look at him while my hands are chained to the bed.

“Untie my hands, Andre.” I try to keep my voice steady.

Rustling tells me Andre gets to his feet and starts working on untying the chains.

My wrists are screaming from where I tried to break free from the restraints.

“You’re hurt.” He reaches for my wrists, but I slide out of his grip, scrambling back on the bed.

“Don’t fucking touch me.”

Andre tosses the chains on the bed and holds his hands up.

“It was for your own good, Lila.”

“I’m finding it hard to believe that your intentions here were good. This is not how you treat the mother of your child!”

“That is exactly why I had to do this!” Andre’s eyes narrow. “A car was waiting outside of your fucking apartment for me, Lila. Sure, I could have lost them, but then they would have come straight back to you, and trust me, it would’ve been a hell of a lot worse.”

“Are you seriously trying to have a dick-measuring contest about who’s the nicest kidnapper right now?” I scramble off the bed, putting it between us so I can’t do anything stupid like strangle him.

Andre lets out a long breath, his jaw clenching as he looks at me.

“I’m trying to shield you from the reality of my life, Lila. You want to have my child, then these are the consequences.”

“The consequences?” A hysterical laugh escapes me as I let his words sink in. “I never asked for any of this, Andre. Besides, I thought we were having this child, or have you decided to lie to me about that too?”

“Don’t fucking talk to me about lying.”

“I. Didn’t. Lie.”

“I’m not having this conversation with you while you’re like this. When you’ve calmed down?—”

“Calmed down?” Oh, hell no. “You’ve got some fucking nerve.”

I glance at the bedside table, reaching for the glass lamp and throwing it across the room at Andre.

He ducks, and the glass base smashes as it collides with the wall.

I don’t stop. I pick up the vase of flowers on the dressers and launch them at Andre, too. Water flies everywhere, and the purple tulips lay scattered on the cream carpet among the broken glass.

Anything I can find, I throw, not caring about the mess I make in my wake.

Andre takes it, staying by the window, ducking every time something comes close to hitting him.

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