Page 12 of Secret Baby for the Mafia Don
His eyes darken as he steps into the room, closing the door behind him.
Fear trickles down my spine.
Will he kill me here and now?
Where’s my father? Will he intervene?
Will the other Dons?
It’s well known they don’t kill women, but I’ve accused a Don of betraying other Dons and have now gone through his desk.
"You have no idea what you're talking about." His voice is dangerously quiet as he approaches the desk.
I hold my ground even as my pulse races. "Don't I?”
“If you think I’m trying to take over your father’s territory, you don’t.”
“You’re such a liar.” If I’m going to die, I’m going to at least go out telling him everything I know and what I think of him. “I heard you last year discussing it with Roman.”
Marco stops, mere feet away now.
Close enough that I catch the familiar scent of his cologne.
It triggers sensations, memories of his touch, his taste.
“I don’t know what you heard, but you're trespassing in my private office, going through confidential documents." His gaze drops to my phone. "And taking photographs."
I clutch my phone tighter. "I'm protecting my family."
His hand shoots out, lightning-fast, closing around my wrist. Not painfully, but with enough pressure that I can't pull away.
"Give me the phone, Gabriella."
I study him, looking for the man I fell for last year.
But then I remember he was a figment of my imagination.
In reality, Marco is a cold, calculated man and a killer.
I’m certain I’m his next victim.
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MARCO
Am I surprised that Gabriella is snooping in my office? Fuck, no.
Am I disappointed? Hell, yes.
My hand holds her wrist, a mistake as her skin is soft and warm. But I’m determined not to let this woman rattle me as I wait for her to hand over her phone.
"I knew you were up to something." Her voice trembles, surprisingly, not with fear, but with righteous indignation. "You're taking advantage of my father."
Her words hurt, which pisses me off. Is that what she thinks of me? After everything? She thinks I’d betray her father?
“You’re so sure of that, are you? Whatever you think you heard, you didn't even have the decency to ask me about it."
"Would you have told me the truth?"
