Page 119 of Knocked Up by My Dad's Mafia Boss

“Youwhat?”he roars, lunging against the restraints, but he can’t go anywhere. He’s stuck.

“I’m going to need you to calm down before he lets you out, Papa,” Samantha says shakily. “Because I’m in love with him too.”

My heart floods with affection for her and I draw her close, press my forehead against hers. “Don’t say things you don’t mean,” I rasp, looking into her eyes.

“I do mean it,” she says, and her voice is stronger. “I do love you, Dante, even though God knows I’ve tried not to.”

I laugh brokenly. “Me too.”

“What thefuckdo you think you’re doing? Get the hell away from my daughter!” Elio screeches, still fighting the restraints.

I let out a long breath, looking at Samantha. “I’m going to have to let him go eventually.”

She looks over at Elio. “Papa, calm down and he’ll let you out.”

Elio thins his lips, but relaxes his shoulders slightly. “I’m calm. I’m calm. Just… let me out. We should talk about this.”

I look at him warily. I finally inch my way over to him and cut the zipties. Elio rubs at his wrists for a moment before lunging at me, tackling me to the hardwood floor. We roll around, wrestling, kicking around Luciano’s body.

“Stop it!” Samantha yells, authoritatively, and it makes us both freeze. It doesn’t stop Elio from drawing back and punching me in the jaw, though. I grunt as my head jerks back, my head spinning before the world rights itself.

“Papa!” she screeches.

“Sorry,” he mutters, glaring at me. “I had to get one in.”

I bark out a laugh that borders on hysterical. “I deserve it.”

Elio looks between the two of us. “How long has this been going on?”

“Ever since I came back,” I say, and Samantha stares at me, blinking.

“Not as long for me, but… months.”

“And you’re pregnant?” Elio asks incredulously.

Samantha nods, wincing. “Around twelve weeks now.”

It all suddenly makes sense. How upset she was. How sick. The crackers. The ginger ale. The sudden want to “settle down.”

“I’m going to be a grandfather,” Elio whispers, and I want to grin. I know he’s starting to accept it. Accept us. My heart swells so much it feels like my chest is puffing up.

Then Elio points at me. “All this time, that mystery girl was my daughter?”

I nod slowly.

“I’m going to fucking kill you.”

I think he’s going to lunge at me again. Elio pulls his phone out of his pocket, calls Volkov. “I have another body for you. Maybe two.”

“Don’t kill Ricardo,” Samantha says quietly. “He was only doing it to help his mother. You can understand that.”

Elio slowly hangs up the phone, his mouth twisted in a sneer. “He tried to kill you,cara mia.”

“He never even pointed the gun at me,” she points out. “And he was never going to hurt Dante, either. Just make him leave town, take his mother with him.”

Elio sets his jaw, looking away.

“Please, Papa. I don’t want any more death.”