Page 23 of Secret Baby for the Mafia Don
I want to hate him, but in moments like this, alone, I grieve the loss of him.
Or the loss of who I thought he was. Of what I thought we’d been building together.
“Idiot,” I mutter to myself. I might have let myself be taken in, but I won’t let my father.
I’m not in La Corona. I never took a vow.
I have no duty to be loyal to Marco.
If he thinks he can take advantage of my father, he’ll discover just how wrong he is.
He’ll rue the day he crossed me.
5
MARCO
The updated reports on my desk are troubling.
Security breaches at two of Antonio's warehouses. Shipments tampered with.
Someone's systematically probing his defenses, looking for weak spots.
All that along with our last La Corona meeting involving Gabriella's accusations.
She thinks I’m the threat when I’m busting my ass to protect her father.
The irony burns.
Of all the complications in this mess, Gabriella Monti might be the most dangerous.
She’s definitely the most annoying.
"Fuck.” I grind the heels of my hands into my eyes, rubbing away fatigue and frustration.
She's too smart for her own good.
Law degree. Business acumen.
And now she's inserting herself deeper into Antonio's operations with that righteous fire in her eyes.
The same fire I saw when she was beneath me, above me?—
I cut that thought off before it can fully form.
The reports I’m getting suggest she's been reviewing security protocols, meeting with captains, asking questions.
Playing detective thinking I'm the villain. Under different circumstances, I’d admire her tenacity.
My phone buzzes.
A text from one of my men stationed near Antonio's main office:G.M. meeting with Bianchi now.
Gabriella is meeting with Bianchi, Antonio's head of security. The same one I suspect might be compromised.
Fucking hell. If she keeps digging, she'll either expose herself to the real threat or unwittingly undermine the protections I've put in place.
Either way, she's painting a target on her back.
