Page 11 of Mafia Billionaire's Surprise Baby

She snorts. “You wouldn’t get a girl pregnant and walk away.”

“No?”

“No, Sal. You’re too honorable for that. If you had a bastard, you’d marry the mom and try to make it work.”

I can’t tell if she approves, or if the fact repulses her.

And I don’t care either way.

“Marco isn’t dead,” I repeat, shoving the knot of feelings down in my stomach.

“He’s dead. There’s no other explanation.”

“What if…?”

“None,” she says firmly.

We walk in silence for a minute. I let Gia tug me through the streets, pulling me this way and that until we’re in an alley. There’s a door in front of us, and loud music seems to pulse inside.

I turn. “A club?”

“This is the club that Marco last visited,” she whispers. “An Irish guy told me about this two weeks ago.”

“Under what circumstances?” I know Gia’s preferred method of extorting information, and I bristle at the thought.

“I took out his organs until he saw reason.”

I relax slightly. “Oh.”

She raises an eyebrow. “You were worried I fucked him.”

“No, Gia. You’re free to fuck whoever you please.”

“You’re goddamn right I am,” she says.

But her eyes shutter like I said something disappointing.

I’m definitely disappointed by the reaction.

And the reminder.

Gia’s free to fuck whoever she likes.

And that doesn’t include me.

Against the sour feeling in my stomach, I nod. “As I said. You’re free to do whatever you want.”

She studies me for a minute. “Marco has to be dead, Sal. There’s no other explanation. The Irish man said that he saw Marco here, four weeks ago.”

I do some mental calculations. Four weeks ago, Marco had dropped off the face of the earth. That was basically when we found Dino, and he had revealed that Marco was involved in something shady that he didn’t want the family to know about.

Dino had ratted us out because of it.

My heart clenched. Could there be some truth to what Gia thought?

I shook my head. “No. He can’t be. There’s just no way.”

“Sal, you have to agree…”

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