I Hid the Don’s Son for Three Years Chapter 02
Her eyes landed on the child in my arms.
She frowned. “Why does this child look so much like…” She stopped. “No, the doctors said Luca couldn’t have children.”
I opened my mouth, about to say it was a misdiagnosis, when I heard footsteps behind me.
Luca stepped up beside her. “What’s wrong?”
I looked up and met his deep, dark gaze.
A chill ran down my spine.
Something flickered in Rebecca’s eyes — sharp, dangerous. Then she softened her voice and turned to him.
“Luca, have you forgotten? She’s the one who used to bully me all the time. She just threatened me — said she’d make my life miserable.”
She pressed closer, tugging at his sleeve. “I’m scared. Teach her a lesson. Kick her out of town.”
Luca looked down at her, his voice unreadable. “She bullied you?” Then he let go of her hand and walked toward me, step by step.
I stepped back.
His eyes burned into me. His voice came out rough.
“What’s your name?”
My heart skipped a beat. That look — it was the same feverish look he always had when he came to catch me.
“Gia.”
He stared at me for a long moment, then nodded toward the nurse. “Get her a room immediately. The kid is burning up.”
Behind him, Rebecca was grinding her teeth.
Thankfully, Johnny was fine. After an IV, he could go home.
I walked, thinking: So much happened today. I have to move. Leave this city.
I was wondering where to go when an arm shot out from behind and clamped over my mouth and nose.
Everything went black.
When I woke up, I was in a small, pitch-black room.
Luca’s voice brushed against my ear, cold and commanding.
“Gia. Be a good girl and be my woman. I’ll give you everything you want. Don’t run.”
I moved my hands and feet. Metal rattled. I looked down at the shackles.
Familiar actions. Familiar words. Familiar Luca.
They say you never step into the same river twice.
But Luca would.
I was so dazed, I almost thought I was experiencing severe déjà vu. “Why did it take you so long to find me this time?”
Something set him off. His pupils contracted violently. He pressed his hand to his temple, swayed — then collapsed onto me.
His heavy body crushed me. At that moment, the door burst open.
Rebecca stood at the front, with Old Don and the Donna behind her.
Rebecca’s gaze swept over my shackled hands and feet. She staggered.
The Donna leaned on the doorframe, clutching her chest. “Gia? Not you again! How did you manage to sink your claws into him again?”
