Page 140 of Secret Baby for the Mafia Don
Until I am, I’m going to protect her and our child.
Frank's face contorts with surprise, then determination. He raises the gun again, but this time I'm faster.
My weapon is in my hand, muscle memory taking over despite the agony radiating from my chest outward.
Two shots.
One to the forehead, the second to the heart.
Frank crumples to the floor.
Good riddance, mother fucker.
The warehouse tilts sideways as I stagger, my vision narrowing to a tunnel.
I press my hand over my chest, feeling warm blood pulse between my fingers.
Ah, hell. It’s too much blood.
I sink to my knees, the concrete floor rushing up to meet me.
Frank's body lies motionless in front of me, his dead eyes staring at nothing. At least I got that right.
Roman rushes in. "Oh, fuck." He hurries to my side.
I grip his hand now covered in my blood. "Get… her out…"
"Marco—"
"Do it," I snap with the last bit of energy I have.
"Fuck. Don't you die, Marco, or I'll revive you and kill you myself."
He rises, gripping Gabriella by the arm. "Let's go." He tugs her out, his phone to his ear as he calls for help.
She resists. Of course she does. “No, he needs?—”
“He needs you gone. I’ll take care of him.”
She looks over her shoulder back at me.
I try to smile, to give her reassurance.
I’m certain I’ve failed.
Once they're gone, I relax.
I always knew I’d go like this.
Very few men in my world survive to old age.
I’m not afraid of death.
Still, it would have been nice to have told Gabriella the truth about how I feel about her.
Apologize for being such a dick.
Tell her that I’d like her child to have my name.
