Page 44 of Mafia Boss's Baby Surprise

My chest tightens.

“You’re going to marry this time,” my father says to me, waving his finger at me. “If you fuck it up, you’re dead. Do you hear me?”

I bob my head, even though all I want to do is scream. How am I going to marry someone when I’m pregnant with another man’s child?

I’m dead.

My baby and I are both dead. I push back my tears. If I cry now, my father is going to get suspicious or angry at me.

He takes a gulp from his glass and lifts his gaze to me. “While you’re standing here all useless, bring me another drink.”

“Yes, Father.” I take the glass from him and hurry out.

My head pounds and the walls are narrowing down. I don’t know how I manage to stay on my feet. I don’t know who Cole Icardi is. Is he a nice man? Would he accept me and my child?

But what am I even thinking about? No one who’s in the mafia is a good person or a nice guy. Cole would probably kill me and demand a repayment from my father for all the trouble.

I’m screwed. In over my head.

I somehow manage to fill my father’s glass and head back. My father and Farelli are deep in conversation, but I can barely focus on their words. I lower the glass on the low table. The images and papers on it catch my gaze, and I gasp. The glass clatters, almost spilling.

My father shoots me a glare, but my gaze immediately returns to the images on the table.

Luca.

Luca is in the photos. There’s no doubt about it. My heart beats so fast that I think I’m going to be dizzy.

“I should’ve killed this little shit a long time ago.” My father picks up Luca’s photo. “He’s gotten better at hiding now and grown too powerful for his own good.”

“We’ll take care of Di Domenico. Once Icardi accepts our deal, our path will be clear,” Farelli says. “Well, the Fornaris will try to get in the way—”

“What are you still doing here?” my father snaps at me, making a shooing gesture. “Go to your room!”

I stumble away from him and through the door. The hallway spins around me, but I somehow make it to my room. I fall on my bed, my chest heaving.

Luca Di Domenico.

I’ve heard my father mention the Di Domenicos more than once because they killed my uncle. I was just a kid and only remember going to my uncle’s funeral, but I’m pretty sure Luca wants to kill my father, and my father wants to kill Luca. Who knows if my father killed any of Luca’s family members or a loved one too?

I’m not just pregnant.

I’m pregnant with my father’s worst enemy’s baby.

A crazed, choked laugh escapes my throat.

Does Luca know? Does he know who I really am? Has he fooled me? Is he planning to use me against my father? Was his intention to get me pregnant all along? Was everything just a part of his evil scheme or what?

What am I going to do now?

My mind is rushing with a thousand of thoughts. A thousand worries.

I place my hand over my stomach. “We’re going to die, aren’t we, little one?”

And then I burst into tears that refuse to stop.

CHAPTER16

Luca

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