The Mafia Heir’s Runaway Mistress Chapter 08

The Mafia Heir’s Runaway Mistress Chapter 08

Lorenzo’s POV

Sienna had never been one for subtlety. The footage was easy to find.

The moment my plane landed, I called her.

“Get over here. Mars Café. You’ve got ten minutes.”

She showed up, tossed her bag onto the table, and didn’t bother denying a thing.

“Yeah, I went there. So what?”

She crossed her arms.

“I just wanted to see what kind of little plaything could keep you interested for five years. Thought

she’d have some real game.”

“Turns out she panicked the second she heard I was back-didn’t even dare keep the baby.”

I let out a short laugh. Then my expression turned cold.

“‘Little plaything?”” My voice dropped.

“Is that what you were thinking when you threw her cat off a twelfth-floor balcony?”

“It’s just a cat.” Sienna scoffed.

“So what if it died? You’re seriously going to turn on me over some outsider?”

In that instant, every trace of my usual carelessness vanished.

What was left was something she’d never seen before-something cold.

I fixed my eyes on her and spoke slowly, each word deliberate.

“Sienna. What exactly do you think you are?”

Her expression froze.

“I kept Elena around because I wanted to.”

“Unlike you.”

A mocking smile appeared on my face.

“You can’t have children yourself, so you can’t stand seeing someone else carry one.”

Sienna’s fingers clenched so tightly her knuckles turned white.

Finally, she slammed her hands onto the table and stood.

“Lorenzo, what the hell is your problem? Don’t you dare take this out on me.”

Her voice rose. “Those scandals online-you let them happen.”

“You used her as a pawn to force me back, and now you’re standing there acting like you actually care?”

“The baby’s gone. Isn’t that exactly what you wanted?”

“You only wanted that child to make me give in. I just helped you clean up the mess ahead of time.”

“Clean up the mess?”

I laughed. As though I’d just heard the most ridiculous joke imaginable.

“No. You’ve got a few things wrong.”

I leaned back. “Whether I keep Elena, whether the baby stays-that’s my call. Not yours. You don’t get to decide for me.”

“And,” I looked at her with open contempt. “You give yourself far too much credit.”

“I was bored. Wanted to see how you’d react-that’s all.”

The corner of my mouth lifted.

“Like whistling for a dog, just for the entertainment. And you actually thought you mattered?”

The color drained from Sienna’s face.

“What do you mean?”

“Nothing complicated.” I met her gaze.

“I’m just teaching someone a lesson in boundaries.”

For the first time, real fear crept into her eyes.

I pulled out my phone, made a call, and tossed it onto the table.

The person on the other end answered immediately.

“Mr. De Luca.”

My grandfather had already handed control of the family’s core businesses to me.

I no longer needed a marriage alliance.

Which meant I could be as ruthless as I pleased.

“Terminate every domestic partnership involving Miss Ricci.”

My voice remained calm. Almost indifferent.

“Those projects her father’s banking on for a comeback? Kill them.”

“I want the Ricci name wiped from this industry.”

The response came without hesitation.

“Understood, Mr. De Luca.”

“We’ll take care of it immediately.”

All the strength seemed to drain from Sienna’s body.

She sank back into her chair, face bloodless, lips trembling. Not a single word came out.

It was only now she finally understood.

In families like ours, there was no such thing as a hopeless romantic.

Hooked down at her-watched her pride crumble, watched the understanding finally sink in.

My tone was almost casual.

“Sienna. Do you remember my rules now?”

Tears slipped from the corners of her eyes. A bitter laugh escaped her.

She dug her nails into her palms-hard enough to leave marks.