Page 82 of Nanny's Baby for the Italian Mafia Boss

“—Business is business. I won’t let a kid die because of our jobs. Consider it a peace offering.”

“Da,” he nods, lifting his son’s head and holding it to his shoulder so it is secure. “Consider us friends, Matias. I’m forever in your debt. Anything you need, it is yours.”

My phone rings, interrupting this awkward, emotion-fueled moment. “Milazzo,” I answer without looking at the screen.

“Matias. You need to come home. Now.”

“Why? What’s going on, Gianni? Is it Ella? Is she safe?”

“Ella is fine. It’s Sophie.” He sighs, silence following next.

I tuck my long blade in its sheath attached to my hip. “What about her?” I haven’t been the best at staying in communication with her. I didn’t want Dovnic’s rivals to trace anything to her.

Or, maybe that’s just an excuse because I’m still upset about the pill. I shouldn’t be, but I am.

“She’s in jail.”

“What?” I roar. “How the fuck did that happen? Why weren’t you with her?”

“She’s been rebellious, Matias. She isn’t happy that you haven’t spoken to her since you stayed behind in NYC. She went out.”

My blood boils. “She. Went. Out?” I bite through tight teeth, following Dovnic out of the warehouse. “What the fuck do you mean she went out? Without you? Without protection?”

“In her contract, it does state on her days off, she can deny protection.”

“Fix the damn thing,” I growl. “I’ll be there soon. Bail her out.”

“I can’t. Not without you. They won’t release her to me. I don’t pay them, Matias.”

I roll my head over my shoulders, irritated. “I’m on my way.” I hang up the phone and slam the door as we get into the car. “I need a favor.”

“Anything,” Dovnic says, holding his son like an overgrown baby.

“I need to get home. It’s an emergency.”

“You can borrow my jet. We have a strip at the house. I’ll get it all ready for you so when we are home, you can go.”

I give a firm nod. “Thank you.” I bring up the location on Sophie’s phone to see where she is at, grinding my teeth when I see the red dot is indeed at the police station. I look at the history of where she has been, jealousy grabbing a tight hold on me.

Did other men touch her? Did they dare to feel her silky skin that slid against mine, while I drove into her and made her come on my cock? I squeeze my phone so tight, it creaks from the force.

“Trouble in paradise?” Dovnic asks, running his fingers through his son’s hair.

“You could say that.”

“You are a foolish man for not marrying her as soon as possible. She isn’t the kind of woman to be dragged around, even I can see that. If you aren’t willing to make that commitment, I am,” he smirks.

“Do not push your limits. She is mine. She can’t be hurried into something. She’ll scare, just like she is doing now.”

“Sometimes people need to be forced to realize it is what they truly want. Depending on the situation, of course.”

We pull into his massive estate, the iron gates opening to reveal a large stone castle. It’s beautiful and out of place in the modern world, but hauntingly memorable.

“Of course,” I echo his words.

In the middle of the field, there’s a small plane waiting for me, and I’m out of the car before it can stop.

“Thank you, again!” He shouts over the loud engine of the plane.

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