Page 20 of Secret Mafia Daddy

While I’m standing under the spray of the water, washing my hair, the door opens and I gasp.

Angelo is grabbing his toiletries and I slide the door open just a slight amount, even though the glass is only a little cloudy and he can probably see everything.

“What the hell are you doing in here?” I hiss.

His brown eyes travel down the line of my body. “I said I wouldn’t touch you, not that I wouldn’t look.”

I huff out a breath, squeezing my eyes shut. I hate the way my body feels hot after seeing his intense glance at it. I still want him, whether or not I’m going to let myself have him. It’s not good for me to have these kinds of feelings for a man like Angelo. He hurt me once, he can and will do it again, despite this marriage situation.

An hour later, we arrive at the airfield, and Angelo carries Chelsea inside, keeping her in his lap as he sits down. She snuggles up next to him as he holds her like the baby she once was. I guess she still is. Maybe in our eyes, she’ll always be. And he’s missed out on so much.

“Do you have pictures or videos?” he asks quietly, looking down at her face. “Of when she was smaller?”

I nod. “I’ll send them to you.”

I do so before the plane takes off and Angelo watches, smiling with tears in his eyes. He wipes at them and looks over at me, and his glare isn’t quite as angry as it has been.

“You know that I’ll never let you take her from me, right?” he says calmly, and I think the calm might be worse than the obvious anger. It’s cold and almost more serious.

“I know that,” I say quietly.

“Then what’s your plan? I know that you want us to divorce. Where will you go?”

I shrug. “I don’t know. Anywhere that doesn’t have a mafia presence.”

He snorts. “What, like the Midwest? You going to live in Texas?”

“Maybe,” I say defensively. “I just want to be safe and independent, and those two things aren’t possible with you or my father.”

“I don’t care what you do, but you’ll allow me to see Chelsea whenever I want,” he says, and I look at him for a moment.

“I want what’s best for Chelsea,” I say. “And I think what’s best for her is to have both parents, so I promise not to take her away from you.”

“Good,” he says. “Because if you did, I’d hunt you down.”

Great.

Another threat. And he seems like he means it, looking at me fiercely.

“I wouldn’t do that to her,” I admit. “She’s already crazy about you.”

He smiles tenderly and it makes him look ten years younger, makes his handsome face light up. “She is, isn’t she?” he asks as she pops her thumb in her mouth, snuggling up against him for warmth.

The stewardess comes by and offers me a glass of champagne, but I decline while Angelo takes a glass.

“You should loosen up just a little,” he drawls. “Get that stick out of your ass. You’d be a lot more fun to be around.”

“Excuse me for not wanting to drink when you’ve just threatened me for the second time this week,” I say dryly.

Angelo shrugs. “I won’t hurt you. Ever. But I really mean it, you know? I’ll come for my little girl come hell or high water. I’ve lost too much of her life to let her just disappear from my life again.”

“I know,” I sigh.

“And I’m sorry. I don’t mean to keep threatening you.”

“You don’t?” I ask, and he shakes his head.

“It’s just that I’m angry,” he admits. “I would never take Chelsea’s mother away from her. She’s what’s important, now.”

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