Page 73 of Secret Babies for the Italian Mafia Boss

“Luca!”

“I’m just saying.”

We climb out of the car and walk to the front door. Luca scans his finger, and the door opens for us.

“I can’t remember where I left it. Can you look down here, and I’ll look upstairs?”

“No problem.” I slap his ass and head into his office while he climbs upstairs to check the bedroom.

His office is clean and organized; nothing is out of place. The silver mac book is open, but the screen is black, and there is a calendar with handwritten notes on it.

Huh. I guess he likes to keep things old school. Most people use the calendar on their phones. I get on my hands and knees, checking the floor in case he dropped it.

Nothing.

“Damn it,” I mumble, getting back to my feet, then begin to dig through the drawers, which feels really invasive.

But then I come across a file with my name on it, and I flick my gaze to the door to make sure he isn’t there. My stomach turns for a moment, as it has for the past week, but then it passes. I’ve chalked it up to stress or when something makes me feel other than calm, but I know that’s not it. I always feel like this when I’m pregnant. I’m not sure without taking a test.

Seeing this file, I’m wondering if it’s a good thing I haven’t told the kids about him.

I grab it and take a deep breath, so I don’t puke all over his desk, then open it.

It’s only a few pieces of paper stapled together. I let out a relieved chuckle when I see it’s the paperwork for the building he bought from my dad.

“Anything?” he shouts from upstairs.

“No, sorry. Nothing down here.” I read the agreement and flip the page, then hold my breath when I see a clause in the agreement.

Luca Bianco is promised Camilla Thompson’s hand in marriage after the death of her father…

My heart slams against my chest, and everything around me sways. I stumble on my feet and sit down in the leather chair.

He can’t know I saw it, but maybe Luca is with me for all the wrong reasons too. Why would he do this without me knowing unless he didn’t want the fortune?

I close the file and tuck it where I found it.

“Ready to go?” he stands in the doorway, lifting his wallet in the air. “It was on the floor in the closet.”

“You have to be better at keeping track of that thing. It’s heavy,” I wink, thinking about the cards he has that have an unlimited amount of money on them it.

“Are you okay? You look pale.” He checks my temperature by placing his hand on my forehead, and now I can’t tell if he cares or not. My eyes water from the thought because I’ve fallen in love with him.

“I’m okay. I think I’m just really worried about Cora.”

“Well, let’s go see her and put your mind at ease.”

That’s the last thing that will happen. Being at ease is something I’m not good at. Ease is something that does not come naturally.

I really thought I had finally found it with Luca, but who am I kidding?

The past can’t be reborn. History is history for a reason.

No, history is repeating itself, and that can’t happen.

I won’t allow it.

Chapter Eighteen

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