Page 70 of Stealing His Christmas Present

Chapter 27

MY PHONE RANG, STARTLINGClaudia as we were walking through the yard.

“What?” I said as I answered.

“Boss!” Ricky said, his voice urgent. “You need to come here. It’s an emergency!”

“What’s happening?”

“I can’t tell you over the phone. Please come as soon as possible.”

I groaned as I ended the call. Ricky immediately texted me the address. He was at the bar where the members of our gang usually hung out.

“I need to go,” I said to Claudia. “My gang—”

“Yeah, I heard. What do you think they want?” Her brow creased with worry. “Are you sure they’re not plotting something?”

“They’re always plotting something, but I guess they’re worried because your father and Dante sent their men all over the city after the traffickers.”

“Wait, does my family know you’re the boss of the Red Eagles?”

“Don’t know. I’ve been trying to keep that part a secret.”

“I’ll tell my family to stay away from your gang, just in case.”

I placed my hand on her cheek. “You don’t have to worry about me. I can take care of myself.”

She was about to say something, but I pressed my lips against hers and she melted into the kiss.

Hopefully, whatever the fuck Ricky and the others wanted would be over quickly because I wanted to come back here and maybe take Claudia somewhere nice.

“You’re coming back, right?” Her eyes searched mine as she caught my fingers in hers.

“Yeah, of course.”

“Good.” She reluctantly let go of my hand.

I forced my feet to move, even though a part of me wanted to send everything to hell and just stay here with her.

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ONCE I GOT TO THE BAR, I immediately noticed something was different. The Red Eagles were here, but there was also someone else.

A tall man with dark brown eyes and black hair in a black suit. He had a small group of guys with him, and they looked like his guards.

Who the fuck was he?

“Hello, my son,” the man said.

My eyebrows shot up.

What the fuck?

I wasn’t about to let some random guy, even if he was old enough to be my father, call me son. “I don’t know who the fuck you are or what you want, but don’t call me—”

“Ah, my apologies. I should’ve introduced myself first. My name is Giacomo Trovato, and even though you might not believe it, I am your biological father.” The corners of his lips twisted up as if he’d just told me a joke.

I narrowed my eyes at him.

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