Page 24 of Mafia King's Secret Baby

Gia stomps onto the plane. Her outfit is…loud. Head-to-toe Gucci, but styled in the way that is more street fashion than off the rack. I’m pretty sure some of the pieces are vintage, which is pretty cool.

She probably knows a Gucci, and received them as a personal gift or something.

Despite the fact that she’s wearing the textile equivalent of an average annual salary, Gia flops into the seat next to me. “Well,” she sighs, pulling her sunglasses off. “That was weird.”

I blink at her. “Sorry?”

“The boys. Also is your brother Sal single?”

Bristling, I fold my arms. “What the hell? Why would I tell you that?”

She waves the glasses at me. “Never mind. I’ll find out. Do you want a shot or anything?”

I just stare at her.

After rummaging through her bag and pulling out what looked like a cheap shot of Fireball whisky, Gia sucks it down and grimaces when she pulls her head back up.

She looks at me. “What?”

“Um.”

I have no idea how to answer that question.

Gia sighs and sits back in her seat, her eyes closing. The same thick, dark lashes that Elio and Luna have fan out over the tops of her cheeks. “I’m going with you.”

“On… the honeymoon?”

She cracks an eye at me. “Do you think Elio is taking you on a honeymoon?”

I frown. “No.”

“Good. Being smart is important.”

“For what?”

“If you’re going to be married to my brother.”

I shut my mouth at that.

The doors shut, the plane whirs to life, and I sit back in my seat. I don’t look over at Gia, despite the fact that I can feel her staring at me. At some point she gets out her phone and starts to tap on it aggressively, but I don’t look to see what she’s doing.

I do my best to ignore Gia, and instead, I think about Luna.

I miss her already.

I wish that there was just some way I could contact her. Talk to her. Be with her while she’s having what I’m sure will be the time of her life on the farm.

I know that I won’t be able to contact her while I’m spying on Elio. I’m not even sure how I’m supposed to contact my brothers, but I do know what I’m looking for.

Records. Evidence. Proof that Elio ordered the hit on our parents.

Once I have it, I’m supposed to get the word to Marco. The initial plan was to use a cell phone that he was going to hide in my bags, but obviously that’s not happening.

I’ll figure something out.

I breathe deeply. I need to stay calm. I have to find some way to make sure that I can get evidence of Elio’s crime to Marco.

I have to do it so I can end this for good and get back to Luna.

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