Page 37 of Nanny's Baby for the Italian Mafia Boss

“Why would I pack them when you aren’t going anywhere, Sophie?”

I roll my eyes and head down the hallway. “Fuck you, Michael. I’m leaving. We are over. It’s been over. I’m not sure what delusion you have in your head about us, but I’m ending it. We are done. Broken up. Finished. I’ll be getting my things and leaving. You can move on with your life and fuck whoever you want.”

He grabs my wrist, spins me around, and holds me close to him. The pressure on my wrist begins to hurt and I whimper. “Michael, let go of me. You’re hurting me.”

“I only fucked her because you wouldn’t give it up, Sophie.” One hand trails down my side, squeezing my ass. “Come on. I earned it.”

I pull myself away from his grasp and rub my wrist. “You didn’t earn anything. You cheated. I don’t want to have sex with you. My body isn’t yours to have. I’m not yours.” I turn around again to enter the bedroom when he grips me by the back of the neck and throws me against the wall.

My head smacks against the wall, an immediate throb spreading across my skull.

“You fucking bitch.” He wraps the other hand around my throat, pinning me against the wall with his body. “You’re nothing but a whore, aren’t you? You tease and play hard to get, but I know you’re just like any other bitch and will get on her knees.”

“Let go of me! Get off me!” I scream and he shoves his other hand over my mouth to smother my cries for help.

His hand around my throat tightens, making it difficult to breathe. My eyes burn and well with tears, wishing I never would have come here, but I have a photo album under his bed of my family and me before the fire took my parents’ life.

I have to have it.

“Get off you? Fuck you,” he seethes, taking the neckline of my shirt, gripping it in his hands and yanking it. It rips down the middle and my breasts spill free, showing the black bra I’m wearing. “I’ve waited too long for you to get on board, so I’m going to take it. You’ll like it, baby. You’ll see. There’s nothing to be nervous about.”

I whimper, just as the front door bursts open which causes him to release my neck.

And I’m finally able to take a deep breath.

When I turn my head, I see Matias.

He’s pissed.

Chapter Nine

Matias

When Gianni told me the address of where her ex lived after she parked at his apartment complex, I left the compound and got to her as fast as possible. I trust no one. Sophie’s safety is very important to me.

Gianni is behind me when I kick the door down. My eyes zero in on him. His hands are on her, she’s pinned against the wall, and when she sees me, I see the relief.

And the tears dripping down her cheeks.

He releases her. “Who the fuck are you? Get the hell out of my apartment.”

With a sneer, I tackle him to the ground, then wrap a hand around his throat. He tries to bat my hand away, but he’s too weak.

I lift him by his neck before slamming him against the floor again. The breath is knocked out of him.

I do it again.

And again.

Loving the sound of his head smashing against the wooden floor.

Grabbing my gun, I slip the barrel under his chin, and lift him to his feet, pinning him against the wall. I pull back on the hammer, sliding a bullet into the chamber.

“Holy fuck.” The words tremble from Michael’s mouth.

“‘Holy fuck’ is right, you piece of shit,” I seethe.

I turn to Sophie to see her arms wrapped around her waist, her shirt torn, and her throat reddened from his hand. “Are you okay?”

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