I register them. James. Spy. Rowan. Muscle.
And Liam.
Whom I have never heard of before today.
Sal would have a field day with this…
The thought of his name sends an ache through me that is more than just painful. I resist the urge to gasp because it hits me like a freight train.
Shit.
I’ve been worried about Sal, and it’s been sitting on a back burner. But now…
It’s going to consume me.
I need to figure out how to keep going, or I’m going to drown in this feeling.
I take a deep breath, shoving everything that I’m feeling about Sal to the back of my mind. I can’t handle it right now.
Because if I do…
I won’t survive.
I smile. “So. What’s the plan? Are we going to just ride this little booze cruise out until Elio pays a ransom or…”
James’ smile turns dark. “That’s not what this is, princess.”
God, I hate it when he says that. I only like it when Sal says it. “Then inform me, Scottish James. What is the plan?”
Liam looks at the two of them. “You know how the game is played, Gia,” he says softly.
I blink.
Liam’s lips curl into a sad smile. “I lost a brother. I lost the chance for a sister. And unfortunately, Gia… I need to make sure both of those things happen.”
I blink. A chance for a sister…
Oh.
Fuck.
Liam isn’t going to ransom me.
He wants to marry me.
22
SAL
I’m not even sure how long I’ve been sitting in the bathroom. The lights have been on for so long, they’re beginning to kind of sizzle, and I wouldn’t be surprised if they explode.
It would be fitting ambiance.
Pregnant.
Gia is pregnant.
My family, apparently, just cannot keep from getting pregnant. Whether it’s Caterina, Dino, or apparently me, every time we have unprotected sex, there’s a baby that shows up.