All Chapters of The Mafia Heir’s Secret Baby: Chapter 11 - Chapter 19

(Luca)I should have forgotten her by now.At least that was what everyone kept telling me.Three months wasn’t exactly a long time, but it was long enough for most people to move on from a woman they had only spent one night with.Unfortunately, Sofia had never felt like a woman I could forget.I leaned back in my chair and stared out the glass wall of my office while pretending to read the report sitting in front of me.Pretending being the important word because I had been looking at the same page for nearly fifteen minutes.My thoughts weren’t on work.They were on her. Again.A knock sounded against the office door.“Come in,” I called.Marco walked inside carrying two cups of coffee.The second he looked at me, he sighed dramatically.“There it is again,” he said.I frowned.“There what is?”“That look.”I accepted the coffee he offered.“What look?”Marco sat down across from me.“The Sofia look,” he replied.I rolled my eyes.“I don’t have a Sofia look.”“You absolutely do.”“

(Luca)"You're not listening."I looked up from the file in front of me.My father was watching me from the opposite side of his desk which wasn't a good sign.Very little escaped Vittorio De Santis.The man had built an empire by noticing things other people missed.Lying to him was usually a waste of time."I heard everything," I replied.One of his eyebrows rose. “Then repeat what I said."I sighed.Across the office, Marco immediately looked away to hide his amusement.Traitor.My father leaned back in his chair."Exactly." He said in finality."I know what you said." I argued."Then why are you distracted?"I didn't answer because I already knew the reason.It was Sofia.Three months later and I still couldn't get her out of my head.My father studied me for another moment before shaking his head."When I was your age, I was taking over territories."Marco snorted.I shot him a look making him grin.My father ignored both of us."Instead, you're sitting here staring out windows."

(Sofia)For a long time, neither Maya nor I spoke.We simply sat on the floor staring at the note in my hands while the small key rested between us, and no matter how many times I reread the words written in my mother’s familiar handwriting, they refused to make any more sense than they had five minutes ago.If you’re reading this, they found us.The words should have felt impossible but instead, they felt terrifyingly real.Because strange things had been happening ever since I arrived in Millhaven, and for the first time since my mother’s death, I found myself wondering if there were parts of her life that I had never known.Maya finally broke the silence.“I still think we should go to the police,” she said as she leaned back against my bed.I looked up from the note.“And tell them what?” I asked.Maya sighed.I could tell she was frustrated because we had already had this conversation twice.“Tell them that strange men keep showing up asking questions about your mother,” she repl

(Sofia)The next few days passed in a blur of job applications, unanswered questions, and far too much worrying.At this point, worrying had practically become a full-time job.Unfortunately, unlike my actual job, it didn’t pay anything.I spent most mornings searching for work and most evenings staring at the address my mother had hidden inside the envelope, trying to convince myself that I wasn’t seriously considering returning to New York.The problem was that the address felt important.Every instinct I had told me it was important.My mother had hidden it for a reason.She had hidden the key for a reason and she had written that note for a reason.The closer I got to the truth, the more impossible it became to ignore.Unfortunately, the truth wasn’t the only thing occupying my thoughts.Money was becoming a problem……….. a very serious problem.I sat at the kitchen table with my laptop open in front of me while scrolling through another list of job postings.Most of them weren’t h

(Luca)I was reviewing shipment reports when Marco walked into my office without knocking.Most people would never do that.Marco wasn’t most people Unfortunately.“You’re being hunted,” he said.I didn’t look up from the file.“I highly doubt that.”“You should.”I signed the last page before finally lifting my gaze.Marco looked entirely too amused.Which immediately made me suspicious.“What happened?”His grin widened.“Bianca is downstairs.”I sighed.Immediately.Because there were very few people capable of ruining a perfectly productive afternoon.Bianca Russo was one of them.“No.”Marco laughed.“That’s exactly what I said.”I closed the file.“Tell her I’m busy.”“I did.”“And?”“She said she doesn’t care.”Of course she did.Bianca rarely cared about things like schedules, boundaries, or common sense.All qualities I appreciated in small doses.Very small doses.Before I could respond, my office door opened.A moment later, Bianca walked inside.Elegant.Confident.Complet