Secret Baby for the Italian Mafia King: A Dark Mafia Secret Baby Romance (Possessive Mafia Kings Book 29)

Nadia,

There are three things in this suitcase: The first is enough money to get you out of New York and settled in somewhere quickly; for the in-between period before you finally settle in somewhere, somewhere with gates and good schools.

The second thing in this suitcase is a packet of information I’ve gathered over the years pertaining to your family. You asked me once to tell you the whole story of what I did to them, but the truth is, I am not as bad a man as you think I am, nor as good of a don as I should be.

I killed your father because he deserved it, and I relished it. I will never apologize for that. I will never regret it. As for the rest, your brother came after me. I’m not sorry for that, but it is why it happened, and I would be lying if I said I didn’t make him pay for that choice. I didn’t seek him out, but I don’t know that it matters. I killed him, too. I hadn’t planned on it, but I did it anyway. You can think about that whatever you will.

Your mother—she wouldn’t give you up. No matter how much I threatened her, no matter what I tried. She was loyal to you until the end, Nadia. You and she have very similar eyes. Did you ever notice? I did. When it came down to it, when it came time to break bone or pull the trigger, I couldn’t do it. I let her go. I told myself it was a strategic decision, but the truth is, it was a weak one. I didn’t have it in me.

I have spent the last several weeks trying to find her. I watched her movements abroad for years, thinking eventually she would lead me to you. Strategic, remember? It felt like a very good excuse, baiting the trap. Eventually, even I lost her. These documents contain everything I know about her last-known whereabouts, her associates, addresses, and her government information as registered by Italy.

I don’t know if she’s still alive. If you’re angry at me for not telling you, I didn’t because I didn’t want to give you that hope only for you to lose her all over again. I tried very hard to find her these past few weeks, Nadia. I hope, maybe, I have uncovered something that will lead you to her. If it doesn’t, then I wasted a lot of time I should have spent with you.

The third thing contained in this suitcase is an apology. I don’t think there’s enough paper here to contain it all in words, so I’ll have to get it to you in deeds.

In exactly one week—maybe sooner—you will inherit the sum of my estate. The immediate sum will enter a bank account that only you have access to. I have given you the information somewhere safe, in the event someone opens this letter before you do.noveldrama

I’m not sorry for hunting you down. I’m not sorry for marrying you. I don’t have that kind of remorse. If I’m sorry for anything, it’s for being the sort of man you had to run from rather than toward. That I still am that man.

I love you, and I have always loved you.

Your husband,

Ren

I stare at the letter for a long time. My hands move methodically through thick packets of information—some in foreign languages I am too rusty at to read.

I read it again.

And then again, and again.

Ren has given me something to run toward instead of run from. My mother might be alive. Ren’s resources might help me find her. And the money—

A fresh start.

I glance up, looking at Harper’s turned back. She could still have it all. A big house, and a nice school, and new, not consignment shop clothes.

But I don’t think any of those are what she wants.

They’re not what I want either. Not at all. I want the man who wrote this letter. The one who apologized. The one who couldn’t kill my mother because I have her eyes. The man I have been hunting, looking for, ever since Ren and I reunited.

He’s right here on this page.

I stare at the words.

In a week’s time, maybe sooner—you will inherit .

I know what that means. I know what he means to do. I crush the paper and I pick up my phone, calling him. Again and again. The calls bounce.