Her Mafia Daddy - Chapter 100: Chapter 100
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"This has nothing to do with trust. It's Dimitri 's life and who cares who he sleeps with?"
"I care, actually. I have to care so that I may keep him safe. But at the moment I am more concerned with your dishonesty."
"I never lied to you!" I shouted. "Who do you belong to, Valentina ?" Rafael prowled toward me in measured steps.
"Rafael , this isn't about our sex games." He continued like I hadn't spoken. "Who has put his child in your belly? Who should you remain loyal to above all others?"
"Are you listening? This is not about you and me. This is about your son. About what kind of father you are!" He stood close, his skin flush as he sneered down at me. "Wrong. This is about the puttanella I've had sleeping in my bed who was betraying me the entire time."
Before I could even plan it, my hand came up and aimed for his cheek. Unfortunately, he caught my wrist before I could strike him. I tried to free myself from his grip, to no avail. "I am not a whore, you dick. Let me go!"
Valentina POV
He released me like I was on fire. "You were very much my whore and a good one at that. You made me think you were mine, that you actually cared. What a fool I was. Marco kept saying I could not trust you, and he was right."
"Fuck you and fuck Marco. I never asked for this!"
"Didn't you? You were so eager you were nearly gagging for it, like when you begged to suck my cock in the stables. And now I know why. When you learned my son was gay, you set your sights on me. A bigger payout, right?"
Jesus, hearing those words nearly destroyed me. My chest felt shredded by a thousand tiny cuts, each breath a struggle. Yes, we had played games and I had let him degrade me, but I never actually thought he believed it. I never thought he believed me to be a gold-digging whore. And now I was carrying his child? What an idiot I was. "You are an asshole."
"And you are a fucking liar. I cannot ever trust you again." Roaring, he picked up a glass paperweight from his desk and threw it against the wall, where it smashed into a picture. I covered my head as glass shattered everywhere, the broken frame falling to the ground. Then I held up my hands and backed away from him. "You're crazy. Don't fucking come near me ever again."
His chest heaved, and his mouth twisted into something sinister, his eyes so cold and cruel that I winced. "You need not worry about that. I would never sleep with someone who betrayed me like this. Marco!" he bellowed.
Marco couldn't have been far, because the door instantly opened. "Sí, Rav?"
He continued in English, obviously wanting me to understand. "Take her upstairs and watch as she packs a bag. Then drive her to the beach house. She is no longer welcome here."
I stood there, reeling. He was sending me away? Again? More punishment at the hands of Rafael Ravazzani. Was he hoping there would be a tsunami this time? This was the final straw. He'd done this too many times and I would never forgive him. "You bastard," I hissed. "Do not come apologizing to me when you realise what a mistake you've made. Because it will be too late."
"I never change my mind, not after someone betrays me. You are dead to me, Valentina Mancini." First my father, now Rafael ? Shit, why did that hurt so badly? I grabbed my chest, certain it would crack open and spill out all over the fancy eastern carpets. "Good. Now I can go back to Toronto!"
He walked back to his desk and started sorting through papers, dismissing me like a servant. "After the birth, you'll be free to leave."
"I will not let you have my child. You're a terrible father, and I'd rather raise them alone."
"Unfortunately, that will not happen. The child is mine and will be raised here. Marco." He waved his cousin forward. "Get her out of my sight."
A ball of misery lodged in my throat, burning, but I would not let him see me cry. Why would I want to stay here anyway? He'd called me a whore and said I had betrayed him. Because you love him.
Yes, I did and what a fool I was, falling for such a terrible man. I deserved to be alone and heartbroken. "Oh, and remove my phone from her," he added. "She takes nothing I bought for her."
Just when I thought I couldn't hurt any more, he carved out more of my chest. He thinks I'm a gold digger. That I was a whore who was in it for the yacht and clothes and jewellery. Fuck. Him.
I ripped the phone from my back pocket and threw it against the wall, where it cracked open and fell. "You are going to regret this, Rafael
Ravazzani. I am the best thing that has ever happened to you. And it will be too late when you realise it."
"Cugino," he said impatiently, not even looking up. Marco touched my arm. "Signorina Mancini."
"I care, actually. I have to care so that I may keep him safe. But at the moment I am more concerned with your dishonesty."
"I never lied to you!" I shouted. "Who do you belong to, Valentina ?" Rafael prowled toward me in measured steps.
"Rafael , this isn't about our sex games." He continued like I hadn't spoken. "Who has put his child in your belly? Who should you remain loyal to above all others?"
"Are you listening? This is not about you and me. This is about your son. About what kind of father you are!" He stood close, his skin flush as he sneered down at me. "Wrong. This is about the puttanella I've had sleeping in my bed who was betraying me the entire time."
Before I could even plan it, my hand came up and aimed for his cheek. Unfortunately, he caught my wrist before I could strike him. I tried to free myself from his grip, to no avail. "I am not a whore, you dick. Let me go!"
Valentina POV
He released me like I was on fire. "You were very much my whore and a good one at that. You made me think you were mine, that you actually cared. What a fool I was. Marco kept saying I could not trust you, and he was right."
"Fuck you and fuck Marco. I never asked for this!"
"Didn't you? You were so eager you were nearly gagging for it, like when you begged to suck my cock in the stables. And now I know why. When you learned my son was gay, you set your sights on me. A bigger payout, right?"
Jesus, hearing those words nearly destroyed me. My chest felt shredded by a thousand tiny cuts, each breath a struggle. Yes, we had played games and I had let him degrade me, but I never actually thought he believed it. I never thought he believed me to be a gold-digging whore. And now I was carrying his child? What an idiot I was. "You are an asshole."
"And you are a fucking liar. I cannot ever trust you again." Roaring, he picked up a glass paperweight from his desk and threw it against the wall, where it smashed into a picture. I covered my head as glass shattered everywhere, the broken frame falling to the ground. Then I held up my hands and backed away from him. "You're crazy. Don't fucking come near me ever again."
His chest heaved, and his mouth twisted into something sinister, his eyes so cold and cruel that I winced. "You need not worry about that. I would never sleep with someone who betrayed me like this. Marco!" he bellowed.
Marco couldn't have been far, because the door instantly opened. "Sí, Rav?"
He continued in English, obviously wanting me to understand. "Take her upstairs and watch as she packs a bag. Then drive her to the beach house. She is no longer welcome here."
I stood there, reeling. He was sending me away? Again? More punishment at the hands of Rafael Ravazzani. Was he hoping there would be a tsunami this time? This was the final straw. He'd done this too many times and I would never forgive him. "You bastard," I hissed. "Do not come apologizing to me when you realise what a mistake you've made. Because it will be too late."
"I never change my mind, not after someone betrays me. You are dead to me, Valentina Mancini." First my father, now Rafael ? Shit, why did that hurt so badly? I grabbed my chest, certain it would crack open and spill out all over the fancy eastern carpets. "Good. Now I can go back to Toronto!"
He walked back to his desk and started sorting through papers, dismissing me like a servant. "After the birth, you'll be free to leave."
"I will not let you have my child. You're a terrible father, and I'd rather raise them alone."
"Unfortunately, that will not happen. The child is mine and will be raised here. Marco." He waved his cousin forward. "Get her out of my sight."
A ball of misery lodged in my throat, burning, but I would not let him see me cry. Why would I want to stay here anyway? He'd called me a whore and said I had betrayed him. Because you love him.
Yes, I did and what a fool I was, falling for such a terrible man. I deserved to be alone and heartbroken. "Oh, and remove my phone from her," he added. "She takes nothing I bought for her."
Just when I thought I couldn't hurt any more, he carved out more of my chest. He thinks I'm a gold digger. That I was a whore who was in it for the yacht and clothes and jewellery. Fuck. Him.
I ripped the phone from my back pocket and threw it against the wall, where it cracked open and fell. "You are going to regret this, Rafael
Ravazzani. I am the best thing that has ever happened to you. And it will be too late when you realise it."
"Cugino," he said impatiently, not even looking up. Marco touched my arm. "Signorina Mancini."
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