Page 63 of Mafia King's Surprise Baby

“That fucker! He knew you were engaged. I told him I’d kill anyone who touched you, even enlisted his help to make sure no one touched you.”

I turn to him, my lips pinched tight at his righteous recriminations. “That’s right. I was the little prize you all needed to keep safe, right? The pure virgin sent to the sacrifice?”

“You obviously weren’t a virgin after that day,” he throws at me, then frowns. “So that’s why Leo was so adamant we find you. He even told me he was going to marry you when we found you—”

“What?” I burst, surprised by his words. “Leo was going to marry me?”

“But you’d already run by then. If you’d stayed—”

“Don’t you dare tell me I should’ve stayed!” I heard the righteousness growing in his tone, making it sound like it’s my fault I didn’t get to be with the man I love for the past four years, that my child didn’t get the chance to know his father from the time he was in my womb. “You’d all but sold me to the Abrashifamily. Father would’ve taken me to have an abortion and that would’ve been the end of it.”

He blanches. “Father. He doesn’t know.”

It’s my turn to blanch. “No. Don’t tell him.”

“You think he won’t find out?”

I force in an inhale, calming the panic inside me. “Not yet. Please.”

“Bianca,” he sighs.

It’s strange to hear this name all of a sudden. I’d almost forgotten I was Bianca Bonucci back in Tokyo.

“Leo,” he says. “He also doesn’t know? No, don’t answer that. He wouldn’t have gone mad with grief like he did if he knew.”

My heart clenches then rips itself apart hearing this. “Hana said…he killed Ardian?”

Mattia’s jaw clenches, then he nods. “He also doesn’t know he has a son. Or he would’ve scorched the Earth in revenge.”

I nod softly. “Enzo is his heir.”

“A Don’s heir,” he says, clarity dawning on his face. “That’s why you came back.”

“I was just protecting my child, Matti.”

He stares at me for long seconds, then finally, he nods. “You know, you coming back with Leo’s son might not be such a bad thing, after all. The syndicate is putting pressure on him to marry and beget an heir.”

“Which he already has,” I add vehemently.

“Exactly. And when he finds out you’re still alive…” He sighs. “This is a shitstorm waiting to happen.”

I can’t say he’s wrong. “I’m ready for it.”

He glances up at me where he’s slumped a little against the back of the chair. “Father needs to be told.”

I know there’s no way out of this, so with resolve settling inside my every cell, I nod. Mattia takes his phone out and places the call. He tells our father to come to his place and meet him at the side. We sit down quietly as we wait. Five minutes later, someone steps out from the side of the house, and we both stand.

My step almost falters when my gaze lands on my father. He’s older, so much older, as if he’s aged more than a decade in the past four years. His gait is slower, his back stooped, his tanned, usually stern face lined and weary now.

He, too, doesn’t seem to recognize me.

“What’s so urgent, Mattia?” he asks, giving me a curt nod before turning to his son.

Mattia chin-nods toward me.

I didn’t think I could back out from this whole endeavor, but that doesn’t stop me from wanting to backtrack now, to run back to Tokyo or anywhere else I can hide just so I don’t have to face this, face him now. But the only way out is through, so I steel myself with a deep breath.

“Good evening, Father,” I say.

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