Page 17 of Wanted Twins with the Mafia Boss

“I had no choice. You don’t know my father.”

“And what about now? Do you still have no choice?” I lean forward and cover the knife with my hand.

Matteo takes a gulp of whatever the hell is in his glass. His guards’ attention is on him, and I slip the knife under the tablecloth.

“Maybe I don’t. Maybe I do. It’s none of your business. I’ll tell you once you’re my wife,” he says, lowering the glass.

“If I marry you, what happens when you fall in love with someone?”

It’s a good thing I’m still wearing a dress because it makes it easier to pull off my plan. I reach for my glass of water with my left hand, shielding the guards’ view. With my other hand, I press the knife against my inner thigh.

This is going to hurt like hell, isn’t it? But if I make even the slightest sound or move, Matteo’s going to figure out what I’m doing, and I can’t have that.

Matteo laughs.

“What’s so funny?” I ask, letting go of the glass.

I quickly snatch the fork and bite on it, pretending to eat, as I cut myself with the knife under the table. Oh hell.

“People like me don’t fall in love. What about you? Are you in love with Adriano?” Matteo asks.

I wipe the knife on my dress and slowly return it to the table. Maybe it’s all the adrenaline that must be coursing through my veins, but I can barely feel anything.

“I...” I lower my hand to the wound, coming away with blood.

A gasp escapes my throat as I push myself up to my feet. My eyes widen as I stare at my hand.

“My babies!” I let out a cry. “No! Pleasehelp me! Please! I can’t lose them!”

I give my best petrified, pleading gaze to Matteo, who stares at me open-mouthed as he gets to his feet.

“Please!” If this doesn’t work, I’m so screwed.

The thought of not being able to save myself and my babies forces real tears out of my eyes. I sob as blood drips down my leg.

“I’ll do anything you want! I’ll marry you!” I cry. “I can’t lose them! Please!”

I hug myself as sobs rock my body.

Matteo presses his lips into a tight line. “Okay. We’re going to the hospital, but you’ll keep your mouth shut. If you say anything about any of this or if you try to escape, I will put a bullet in you, and there’ll be no babies. Got it?”

I bob my head.

It’s working! My plan is working. Now it’s time for phase two. I need to make sure Matteo doesn’t figure out the truth. Because if he does, he’s never going to let me go. I won’t get another chance, especially not one better than this.

Matteo rounds the table and grabs me by the arm, and the guards trail after us. Hopefully, he doesn’t have his friendly doctors at the hospital where we’re going. But even if he does, I might still be able to get their sympathy somehow.

CHAPTER 9

Matteo

Taking Chiara to a hospital is a huge risk, but I don’t have a choice. If she loses the twins, my plan will go to hell. Not just because there’d be no heirs I could steal from Adriano, but also because it would get harder to control Chiara.

I need her to stay obedient and compliant. She’s sitting right next to me in the back seat of the car. There’s blood on her dress and legs. Is it already too late to save the twins? I’m not a doctor, so I don’t fucking know.

She’s getting pale, her eyes still wide and tearstained. Her trembling hands are clasped over her lap. She keeps sobbing and groaning.

At least she looks messed up enough not to say anything to anyone at the hospital. I wish I had somekind of deal with someone, but I don’t. There was no time to set that up because my father controlled everything. I haven’t even thought about it.

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