Secret Baby for the Mafia Prince (Savage Mafia Empire)

29. Gianna

Chapter twenty-nine

Gianna

I’m staring at Mateo from across the dining table with thoughts I dare not let out.

I never thought my mind would be wondering about ways I could kill someone. Yet I hate Mateo so much that all I think of is ending his life to escape this hellhole he has kept my daughter and me in. I don't want to marry this man. Though if I have to sign the marriage contract in order for Sophie to be safe, I'll do it.

“Earth to Gianna.”

I flinch as I feel hands on me.

“Are you alright, my love?” Mateo asks, concerned.

I recoil internally as he takes my lower jaw and tilts it higher to meet his gaze.

“Yes, I’m alright,” I lie.

“Hmmm.” He lowers his lips on me and kisses me softly.

I remain static and hold myself back from pushing him far away from me. My fingers grab the fork tightly as I imagine pushing it deep into his neck.

“You, Gianna...” Mateo runs his finger on his bottom lip as he returns to his seat. “You’ll one day love me just as much as I love you.”

Never .

I keep mute as I stare at him instead. My head is still hurting from how he hit me yesterday. He had Rico get me treated by the in-house doctor here.

The wounded side of my head has a plaster on. The doctor also gave me painkillers to ease the pain. However, nothing hurts as much as being held against my will by this monster. I’m hoping that Giovanni saves me or that Luca hears my voice mail, shows up, and kills Mateo.

“Where is my baby?”

Mateo takes a knife and fork and begins to cut the bacon on his plate. He takes a piece and slips it into his mouth, watching me.

“They’ll be down in a minute.”

After the incident last night, Mateo didn’t let me see Sophie or Dorothy even when I begged him to.

He has this devilish grin on as he takes a portion of eggs into his mouth, his eyes still on me. “Eat now, Gianna. We have a wedding to prepare, my love.”

My stomach grumbles loudly. Even my body repulses the thought of being his wife. I set the fork back down on the table as I take the bread loaf instead, cutting a piece before I eat.

A maid walks down the stairs a minute later with Sophie in her hand.

“Sophie,” I whisper, as I hurriedly get up from my seat.

Mateo raises his hand and the maid stops walking to us. “Sit, Gianna.”

I swallow a gulp, returning my gaze to him as I slowly settle back down in my seat. Mateo’s a fucking asshole.

“Now, continue eating.”

My fingers reach for the fork again as I watch him instruct the maid to keep coming closer now. I slip a bit of the scrambled eggs into my mouth, chewing slowly as the maid reaches the table.

“Where is Dorothy?”

Sophie jumps into my arms the second the maid gives her to me.

“Still alive and upstairs. I need to have my stepchild be in safe hands; after all, she’s about to become a Caruso.”

Sophie wraps her arms around my neck tightly as I hug her.

“My baby,” I whisper into her ears.

“Mama, hug.”

I squeeze my eyes shut, holding her tight against me as I shower her with kisses on her head and face.

Mateo lets me hold her for a couple more minutes before he instructs the maid to take her. I’m reluctant to let go as I hold tightly onto her. “Mateo, please.”

“Take her,” he commands the maid.

Her eyes are pleading as she mouths “please mama” to me.

Mateo must have threatened her for her to be this scared. It gives me more reason to want to fucking kill him. I can tell he is such a shitty person by the look of his workers around the house.

Sophie begins to cry as the maid tries to take her back. She’s holding me tight to stop the maid.

“Let go of her, Gianna. You’ll get to see her later. We both have a busy day ahead.”

My hate for Mateo grows deeper as I place one last kiss on Sophie’s forehead before I forcefully set myself free from her grasp, handing her over to the maid.

Her eyes are full of tears as she struggles to return to my arms, screaming.

“You can go now. Take good care of her. She’ll return to her mother when I call for you.” The maid nods in response and tries to calm Sophie down as she walks away.

My heart sinks as Sophie stretches her hand for me, crying harder, and I can’t do a fucking thing to stop her from being taken away. I hate Mateo so damn much. A tear falls down my cheek as I squeeze my eyes shut, unable to watch my child being taken away in tears.

“I’ve done everything you’ve asked for; what else do you want from me?”

“Good question.” He takes the glass of orange juice by his plate and downs a bit. “My parents want us to have a little celebration now that you’ve become my wife.”

“I don’t want that.”

“Well, you do not have a say here, Princess. I have already made the preparations.”

That sounds so wrong coming from his disgusting mouth. I almost puke.

He takes his bread and grabs a bite. “C’mon eat.”

I scrunch my face in a frown, angered by what Mother has gotten me into. He wouldn’t have had me if she had not agreed to a marriage tie between our families before any of this happened.

“That reminds me, uhm, your mother stopped by earlier to see you.”

Oh God.

“Where... where is she?” A tiny spark of hope lights my insides.

“Gone.”

His words make me turn sour as I feel every hope I had a moment ago stolen away from me.

“I told her we weren’t receiving visitors yet.”

Fuck you, Mateo.

My eyes are plastered on the door as I hear it open. Mateo turns to see who it is.

“Brother,” the man says with a smile as he walks into the house. Mateo gives a different reaction as he grunts, hissing out loud and standing to his feet.

“Excuse me,” he says as he wipes the corners of his lips with a napkin and drops it back down on the table.

There’s a striking resemblance between them both. This is Pietro, his brother.

Pietro and I have only met once, when Bianca traded me off to Mateo. He seems a lot different from Mateo. From what I gathered, he’s less in the family business as Mateo’s the famous one here in the city.

Pietro is dressed in a fitted gray suit with the top of his black shirt unbuttoned. His sleek black hair is arranged in a low ponytail.

“Why are you here?” Mateo asks rudely.

Pietro’s eyes flicker to mine for a second as their conversation becomes muted.

I return my gaze back to my plate, still filled with eggs, bacon and some bread. I’ve lost my appetite already.

Mateo is distracted by the discussion he is having with his brother as they both walk out of the house. I stand to my feet with the plate in my hand. A maid is in the kitchen as I walk in.

“No, it’s alright,” I say, as she tries to take the plate from me. I stop her, taking my plate to the sink. Sophie and I can’t stay here. I need to find a way to escape. Mateo can’t have me or my child.

My eyes fall on the knife in the sink. The maid’s eyes settle on me as I pick it up.

“I-”

She remains silent, taking her eyes off me. She occupies herself, pretending not to see me as I slip the knife in my dress.

Mateo is not back in the house when I walk out of the kitchen.

I hurriedly make my way back to my room so he doesn’t see me with the knife. All I need now is a plan to catch him unaware and escape with my child. I lay on the bed with the knife still in my hand under the sheets, patiently waiting for him to show up. I just know he will.

My eyes are glued to the wall clock in the room as an hour passes by. I hear footsteps outside drawing closer and I readjust on the bed, the knife still in my grasp. I’m hoping this goes as planned or else Mateo will probably have me killed. I can’t let that happen.

The door to the room he had given to me opens almost immediately, with Mateo standing in the doorway. He looks slightly pissed with his jaws clenched.

I falter. “Is something wrong?” I ask, instead.

He lets out a breath as he begins to walk into the room. “Yes, it’s just my stupid brother fucking pisses me off.” His eyes settle on my bare skin as I reveal my thigh from underneath the sheet.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to-”

“Don’t, please.” He stops me from covering my thigh with the sheet. “You are so fucking beautiful, Gianna.”

I swallow a gulp as he trails his finger on my thigh, pushing my dress higher. I’m gripping the handle of the knife tighter, repulsed by his hand on me.

Mateo lowers his mouth to the shell of my ear and sighs softly. “You have no idea how much I’ve dreamed of touching you and making love to you.”

I gasp as his fingers make their way all the way up my thigh and then cup my core.

“Now, you are mine.” He uses his other arm to grab one of my breasts hard.

I’m holding myself back from screaming and making a fucking mistake.

“I’m yours, Mateo.”

“Of course you are,” he smiles, squeezing my breast gently. He lowers his lips on mine to kiss me.

I draw the knife closer as I force myself to kiss him back.

He groans into my mouth, cupping my face with both his hands now to deepen the kiss.

I’m squeezing my eyes shut, angered by his lips on mine.

Mateo sticks his tongue in my mouth, biting my lip as I let him kiss me. I feel his fingers slide underneath my dress again, pushing my panties to the side.

His lips are still on mine when I take the knife out, shoving it in his arm, missing his chest.

Fuck. No... nooo.

He yells in pain.

“Get your filthy hands off me!”

“Stupid bitch!” Mateo stops me as I try to push him off. He is stronger and kicks me hard with his knees in my abdomen.

I yell from the impact.

He doesn’t stop as he slaps me hard in the face. “How dare you!”

I’m crying, fighting him off me as I try to escape. He punches my face this time, his eyes full of rage. He grunts as he removes the knife.

My head is heavy. I feel blood on my lips from the cut his punch gave me.

“Fuck!” Mateo ignores his bleeding arm and punches me again in the stomach. I yell louder than before, my insides burning from the hit.

He takes my hair and pulls it hard, dragging me to the ground. My back meets the floor hard as he continues to drag me with him.

“Fuck you, Gianna!”

“Please, Mateo, please,” I beg, helplessly.

“You just tried to fucking kill me.” He slams my head hard to the ground as he releases my hair from his grip.

I’m holding my head and screaming in pain.

“I fucking trusted you.” He grabs my neck and lifts me up, pinning me to the wall.

I dig my nails into his arm, struggling to free myself as he chokes me.

“I saved you and your filthy family.” He sends another punch to my abdomen.

It’s hard and hurts like crazy. I cough out some blood.

“I waited for you for so long. I fucking loved you and this is how you repay me?” He punches me again and I cough out some more blood. His fingers never leave my throat as he starts to squeeze harder. It’s getting more difficult to breathe and my head starts to feel heavier.

“Fuck you, Gianna! Fuck! Fuck!” He lets go of me and I fall to the ground limp.

Blood spews out of my mouth as I cling to the ground. I’m too weak to move or do a fucking thing.

“You’ll never see your child again, Gianna.”

No... no... Oh, God, no.

“Ma-Mateo,” I cough out.

“You're never leaving this room until you fucking learn how to behave and not try to kill your fucking husband!”

I look up to meet his cold glare. “Please, Mateo.”

“ Puttana !” He turns away from me and walks to the door with the knife in his hand.

“Mateo,” I scream.

I hear the clicking sound of the door lock. I’m crying harder even though my head’s throbbing.

“Mateo!”

What have I done ?