Ruthless Mafia Daddy (Alpha Mafia Daddies)

“Plans have changed, sweetheart,” Lorenzo purrs as he stalks into my cell.

I cower in the corner, my arms wrapped around my shivering body as I try to read the expression on his face.

He left me alone to answer a phone call and hasn’t come back for what seems like a few hours. The feral amusement in his eyes has turned to that of pure, unadulterated rage.

My heart rate quickens as he stalks toward me, brandishing a knife. “I’m going to have to kill you.”

“W-why?”

“It seems your boyfriend is smarter than I give him credit for.”

I flinch at the mention of Andre.

He will hurt so much if I die. If I let our baby die. I can’t believe that I fell for him, that I came to love him. I think I’ve loved him from that first moment I looked into his eyes.

Is he trying to find me?

Please hurry.

“It seems he’s been busy killing my people, so he’s given me no choice but to return the favor. Pity. I was hoping to spend more time getting to know you, Lila.”

My name on his lips sends a shudder through my body. Not the good kind.

“Andre will kill you if you harm me.” I have to buy myself some time.

“He can try.” Lorenzo shrugs. “But I won’t harm you just yet, princess. First, we’re going to have some fun, you and I. Why don’t I set up a little camera to give Andre something to watch before I kill him too? That way, he gets to endure the consequences of his actions, and he can die riddled with guilt, knowing your blood is on his hands.”

My chest heaves as a sense of panic builds deep in my core.

Lorenzo is rattled, which means Andre is likely on his way.

If I can only keep him talking long enough for Andre to find me…

“I could be useful to you.”

Lorenzo pauses, his eyes narrowing as he glares at me.

“Andre trusts me.”

Lorenzo throws his head back and laughs, the harrowing sound echoing around the dank cell.

“Nice try, sweetheart, but I know about your little situation.”

I frown. “What situation?”

“The fact that you’re pregnant with Andre’s child.”

My blood chills as I look once more at the knife in Lorenzo’s hands, my mind going to the darkest of places.

I have no idea what this man is capable of, but he seems to want to stop at nothing until he has Andre’s blood on his hands.

“There’s no way in hell I would trust you as a spy when you’re in so deep with De Luca. It wouldn’t be worth the trouble. Besides, I’m very much looking forward to seeing his face when he realizes I raped the mother of his child and then cut open her womb to let her bleed out.”

I can’t fight the vomit that rises in my throat. I double over and empty the contents of my stomach on the floor.

“Please.” I place my hands protectively over my abdomen as I look at Lorenzo. “Not my baby.”

“Oh, yes. I like it when you beg.” He crouches down in front of my cowering body.

He reaches out to run his fingers along my cheek, and I try my best not to show any fear, but I can’t help but recoil at his touch.

I watch as Lorenzo’s expression changes to one of fury. Pain sears my skin as his hand collides with my cheek, snapping my head to the side.

I whimper, fighting the urge to press a hand to my burning cheek, not wanting to seem weak.

“I’m the last man you’ll ever feel inside you, so you might as well enjoy it, princess,” Lorenzo purrs. “And the fact that you’re pregnant with Andre’s child only makes me harder.”

“No woman would ever take pleasure from fucking you.” I bare my teeth at Lorenzo.

His eyes flash, and he slaps me again on the same cheek.

I gasp at the pain, but I would rather the feel of his hand on my cheek then of his cock as he tries to fuck me.

“I’m going to take great pleasure in fucking you, Lila Morano.” He wraps his hand around my neck, forcing me back onto the mattress.

I lash out, pounding my fists into his chest, but it only results in Lorenzo tightening his grip around my neck.

I gasp for air, clutching at his wrists as my lungs start to ache.

“There’s no need for that,” he purrs. “Now, let’s get the camera all set up, shall we?”

Lorenzo releases his hold around my neck and climbs to his feet.

“If you resist me, Lila, you will render Rosa to the same fate. So, what will it be?”© NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

“Rosa?”

She’s here? The man at the club… He must have been one of Lorenzo’s men, hoping to corner her and bring her to him.

The thought of this disgusting old man laying a finger on sweet Rosa has me swallowing down bile.

“Don’t fucking touch her,” I spit. “She’s a child.”

“That is up to you, now, isn’t it?” Lorenzo shakes his head.

“I’ll do whatever you want.” I have to protect Rosa from this fate if it’s the last thing I do. If Andre loses his sister too…

“Good, that’s a start.” He crosses the cell and opens the door, calling for the guard outside to come in.

The guard doesn’t look much younger than me, and it chills me to think what happened in his short life to get him to this point.

I watch as Lorenzo reaches into his pocket and hands the guard his cellphone.

“Get ready to start filming.”

The young guard looks at me, his expression cold and unmoving.

“Help me,” I mouth, the taste of salt on my tongue as tears cascade down my face.

But the guard looks back to Lorenzo as if he never saw me, and I realize that I’ve exhausted my last option.

If Andre doesn’t get here in the next few minutes, I’m going to pray that death claims me quickly, and that Lorenzo is satisfied enough to leave Rosa unharmed.

“I’m sure Andre will enjoy this very much.” Lorenzo stalks toward me.

I keep my chin lifted, not wanting to cower away from my fate.

He smiles at me, as if sensing my thoughts.

“Tell me you want this.” Lorenzo moves to sit beside me on the old mattress.

I swallow my disgust as he reaches out to run a finger along the curve of my breast.

I try my best not to flinch at the feeling of his calloused finger grazing my skin.

I swallow the acid in my throat as he devours my body with his eyes.

“Tell me that you can’t wait to feel my cock inside you.”

I glance to the guard who’s moved closer, the phone pointing at us as he films.

I stare directing into the camera, hoping my eyes portray everything I will never get to say to Andre.

That I love him, that I’m sorry. That I was looking forward to having his baby. That I’m sorry that I couldn’t save Rosa, but I’m trying hard nw. That my life only got better when he came into my life.

There are so many things I wish I could tell him, so many things I wish he could have told me back.

I love him, but now he will never have the chance to grow to love me back. He’ll never have the chance to meet his baby.

The only good thing about it is that because he doesn’t love me, he won’t be as devastated as he was with Valentina.

I hope he knows this is not his fault. Was never his fault.

Lorenzo’s voice snaps me back to reality. To the living nightmare my life has become. “Say it!”

I flinch. One last thought crossing my mind.

I’m sorry, Andre. I love you.

I close my eyes. “I want this.”

Tears roll down my face.

Lorenzo strikes me across the cheek, but I barely feel it, I’m so numb.

“Say it like you mean it,” he growls in my ear.

I cry out as he pushes down my bra and twists my nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

“I-I want this.”

“I don’t believe you, Lila.”

“Please,” I sob, keeping my eyes on the camera.

“Say. It.”

“I-I…”

Guns firing outside the room have me looking at the door.

The guard falters, glancing over his shoulder, and I know it’s now or never.

I let my lungs fill with air, throw my head back, and scream.

The sound bounces off the brick walls, and all I can hope is that it echoes through the open door.

To Andre.

Please let it be Andre.

“Oh no, you don’t,” Lorenzo hisses, clamping his hands around my neck so tightly my scream is cut off and black dots dance before my eyes.