Page 63 of Secret Babies for the Italian Mafia Boss

“I don’t know if that’s such a good idea,” I whisper, focusing on his lips.

I want to feel his stubble scratching the sensitive skin of my thighs as he kisses between my legs.

“Why? Afraid we will do something we have already done?”

“Luca,” his name is a sighed breath of lust leaving me.

“I’ve missed you, Beautiful Girl. I’ve dreamed of you in my bed.” He pushes off the wall and slides his fingers through mine, tugging me to the French doors at the end of the hall.

“Oh, I’d hate to be the one responsible for not making your dreams come true,” I flirt, trying to be seductive as possible with my tone.

“I know. You’ll be a good girl, instead, won’t you?” he swings open his door and slings me inside the room, locking the door behind us, so we aren’t interrupted.

He’s on me the moment we have peace, kissing me with desperation as if I’ll vanish all over again. Luca tugs my shirt off and tosses it somewhere in the room. He groans the moment he cups my breasts, kneading them before reaching back to unclip my bra.

“They’re bigger now,” he hums in appreciation. “So fucking pretty.” The pads of his thumbs rub over each tightened peak, and I whimper for him.

“Luca,” I try to push him away so we can talk before this happens. Before we fall into bed, he has to know the truth because it can change everything.

“Are you okay? Did I hurt you?” he checks me up and down.

I shake my head and press my chest against his. “I need to tell you something, and I want to tell you before we do this.”

He rubs the back of his knuckles against my cheek. “I’m listening, Beautiful Girl.”

“You might be mad at me, but I didn’t know how to tell you, and you were a stranger and then…my landlord. I had to give it time. I needed to know you were here for me and not because of the fortune.”

He flinches back as if I hit him. “Do you truly think I’d be with you because of money? Camilla, look around; money is the last thing I need. Do you think that?”

“No, not anymore. You can’t blame me for being paranoid. Remember, I’ve taken care of myself. It’s been a long time since I could trust someone.”

“You trust me?” he asks with a slight smile on his face. It tilts up and to the right.

“I do,” I whisper, curling my fingers against his chest. “The kids, Luca.”

“They are wonderful.”

I can see the truth shining in his eyes.

“They are yours,” I finally say, pushing through the nerves and anxiety. “The kids. They are yours. By blood. Your son and daughter.”

He steps away from me and just…stares.

Luca barely blinks, and I don’t think he has taken a breath.

“Luca? Please, talk to me. Please.”

He’s thinking, and I can see the moment it hits him that what I’m saying is true. “All this time?” he rasps. “I missed five years. Five years, Camilla. Why? Why didn’t you find me? Why…”

My eyes fill with tears, and I cross my arms over my chest to cover myself. “My dad. He sent me away. He made me swear not to come back. He was ashamed of me and disappointed. I didn’t know who you were at the time, and I thought it was just one night. I was going to tell you, but he sent me away, and he said he never wanted to see my face in town again. I didn’t have a choice. He didn’t give me a choice.”

His brows pinch together, and his fingers pop as he curls them into his fist. “You were alone. You were all alone. With my babies. Mine.”

“I was okay.”

“I didn’t know that. I didn’t…I would have…” he rubs his hand down his face and staggers, leaning his weight against the door. “I would have been there. I would have taken care of you. I would have loved you and the kids. You were mine. All of you. And he kept you from me!” he roars, banging his fist against his chest and his face becomes red with rage. “He kept you from me. If he weren’t dead, I’d kill him. He took what was mine,” his voice breaks with anger, sadness, and bitterness.

A tear rolls down his cheek. Just one. He isn’t a man that likes to lose control. “You were alone,” he repeats, the anguish twisting his voice. “You were alone!” he yells, slamming his fist against the wall.

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