Page 132 of Mafia Billionaire's Surprise Baby

“Oh, the prisoner makes demands now?”

“Hell yes. Tell me because I want to know.”

He laughs. “How often does that work for you?”

“Every time.”

“Even with your wee guard dog?”

I stiffen. “What did you do to Sal?”

“I, personally, did nothing.”

“What the fuck happened to him,” I snarl.

Kieran’s brother throws up his hands in mock surrender. “Relax, spitfire. He’s unharmed. You were the prize, not he.”

“Why me?”

He shakes his head. “Tell me the famously arrogant Gia Rossi doesn’t think she’s a prize to be taken?”

“I’m pretty famous for escaping kidnappings so…”

“Not without a certain guard dog, I hear,” he murmurs.

I sit back and fold my hands over my stomach. “Your name,” I demand.

He sighs. He stands, then points to a door to the right. “The shower. It has a lock. Fresh clothes are under the bed.”

“Name,” I repeat.

He sighs, pausing in the doorway of the tiny little room. He shoots me a smile, and winks.

“Liam. I’ll be in the galley when you’re done,” he says.

Then, he leaves.

I hug my knees to my chest. Liam MacAntyre.

Well. At least Kieran is still dead.

Small wonders, I guess.

I sigh, uncurling and stretching up. I definitely don’t hate the idea of a shower, especially because if I keep smelling myself, I’m going to throw up again.

Do I believe him about the lock?

Well.

When it clicks into place…

I do.

* * *

Cautiously showered, wearing another man’s clothes, I creep upstairs. We’re not exactly on a yacht; the boat smells like fish (pervasively so) and it’s not going to win any awards when it comes to cleanliness.

Sal’s yacht is a world away from this, that’s for sure.

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