FRANCESCA'S POV

"That bodyguard.... a common bodyguard? You stooped that low Francesca?" He chuckled humourlessly. "He is responsible for your pregnancy, not so?" He impatiently tapped his foot against the floor. "Hmmmm.... he is soooo dead." He smiled widely, a huge contrast to the deathly glare in his eyes. I knew it wasn't a lame threat. I recognized that look in his eyes. It was.... he was going to make do on his word. Oh God! Massimo. No, not him. I couldn't let that happen to him. I knew he was strong and tough, but when my father sets his mind to do something, he was going to do it...