Bound To The Mafia
“You took everything from me, Luca. You didn’t actually think I’d let you keep her, did you?”
His gaze dropped to my stomach, disgust twisting his features.
He meant our baby.
Luca’s entire body went rigid.
My father smirked. “She’s already broken. One more push, and she’ll shatter completely.”
I barely saw Luca move.
One second, he was across the room. The next, he had Gabriel pinned to the wall, gun pressed under his chin.
The chair beneath me groaned as I struggled against the bindings, my pulse a violent drum in my ears. “Luca—”
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