Page 21 of Heartless Mafia Prince 2: Rocco & Ryah

“Last summer, I planned to introduce you to him.”

His eyes darkened. “I can’t believe you kept me from my son, Rosetta,” he yelled in a whisper.

Carmine wiggled in his sleep.

“He’s coming home with me.”

“What will you tell your family?”

“That his mother was in some deep shit and gave me custody of our son.” He gripped his dark hair.

“I don’t want to raise him without you, but I will.”

Sitting on the edge of the bed, I stared into space. I’d never see my child again. But what else was I to do? I couldn’t keep flying to Italy. My grandmother couldn’t raise him forever. This was best.

“I want to visit him from time to time. Tell him I’m an old friend of yours.” My voice broke, and the tears streamed down my face.

Spencer pulled me into his arms. “I hate your family, Rosetta. They stole our happiness.”

Clutching his dress shirt for dear life, I sobbed, releasing years of pain. He let me cry as long as I needed to. I wondered what my life would’ve been like if I wasn’t born into the mafia. I would’ve married Spencer and we would’ve raised our child.

Spencer picked up Carmine, cradled him in one arm and held me in the other. We marveled at our child. Carmine Spencer Sullivan was the true Vitale heir. Years from now, I’d play my card. And my son would rule the underworld.

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