Page 29 of Secret Baby for the Mafia Don

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I come so fucking hard, filling her mouth.

And through it all, she still stares up at me with that look that says she knows she holds power over me.

I jolt awake, heart pounding, my cum splattered on my chest, staining the sheets.

Fuck.

Sunlight filters through the curtains. It’s morning already. Another night lost to her memory.

I press the heels of my hands against my eyes, willing away the images, the sensations. This weakness, this wanting.

It’s hopeless.

I have to accept that Gabriella Monti is going to be my downfall.

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GABRIELLA

I slam the ledger shut.

The numbers don't lie, but somehow, Dad can't, or won't, see what's right in front of him.

Marco's fingerprints are all over our business operations now, subtle but unmistakable to anyone paying attention.

"Everything looks good, Ms. Monti," our accountant says, clearly uncomfortable with my intense scrutiny.

Is he a part of this? Is Marco paying him extra to not notice these issues?

I want to challenge him, but now isn’t the time.

I need to gather more facts, more evidence.

I need enough to prove to my father without a doubt that Marco is planning a takeover.

I gather my things, keeping my voice level. "Thank you for your time."

Walking through our warehouse, I nod at workers who've known me since childhood.

They respect me, yet even they follow Dad's lead in welcoming Marco's "assistance". It makes my blood boil.

Dad trusts Marco like a son.

That's the problem.

Marco played him perfectly, the orphaned second son who needed guidance, whom Dad took under his wing.

Now he's positioned himself to take over.

It's the perfect long con.

If only my father could see through Marco's act.

The charming smile that never reaches his eyes.

The calculating gaze when Dad isn't looking.

Even my brother, Luca, is nonchalant about it all, not willing to come home and see what I’m seeing.

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