Page 153 of Sweet Deception

My fingers twitched. “What?”

“Her job is done. To us, to you. She is no longer necessary. Soon, she will be eliminated.”

My heart stuttered.

His words didn’t make sense. A baby boy?

We had a girl.

“We knew which hospital you were using,” he continued smoothly. “We bought the doctors. The nurses. The first deception was the ultrasound. You were never having a girl.”

No. That couldn’t be...

I squeezed my eyes shut, my mind racing.

“And the second deception?” he mused. “Delivering you a stillborn child while your real son was smuggled out of the hospital.”

A rush of cold swept over me.

I had stood outside that room, waiting, trusting. And all the while...

“You’re lying,” I forced out.

“I never lie about business, ragazzo.”

My knees almost gave out. I had spent the last hour mourning a child who was never mine to grieve.

And now, he was out there. With the man who wanted my wife dead.

I swallowed hard. “Where is my son?”

A slow chuckle. “On a plane to Italy.”

Rage surged through me. “You stole my child.”

“And if you attempt to retrieve him, you will die,” he interrupted.

I gritted my teeth, every muscle in my body screaming for violence.

But he wasn’t done.

“Your grandmother and I planned this for a long time,” he said. “She played her role perfectly.”

My stomach dropped.

My grandmother.

I exhaled sharply. “My grandmother helped you steal my son?”

“She understands the importance of legacy,” he said simply. “Unlike you.”

Silence stretched between us.

Then, his voice dipped lower. “We’ve done it before, you know.”

A shiver ran down my spine. “What the hell does that mean?”

A dark laugh. “I explained it to your grandmother. Perhaps you should ask her.”