Page 137 of Mafia Billionaire's Surprise Baby

His voice. It makes me want to… throw a punch at him, right now.

“I thought you were dead,” I snarl.

Marco shrugs. “That was kind of the idea.”

“You wanted us to think you were dead? Elio thinks you’re dead. Caterina thinks you’re dead. Luna thinks you’re dead, for fuck’s sake,” I snarl.

Luna’s name makes him wince. “I am sorry about that. But it’s for the best, Sal.”

“It’s for the best that you’re just here? Playing house with someone, waiting to give testimony against us?”

“I guess you heard from Dino then,” he says coolly.

I roll my eyes. “For fuck’s sake, Marco. You’re not going to do anything to explain what the hell is going on?”

“No.”

“Why?”

He rolls his eyes. “Because you’ve clearly got it already figured out, so why would I bother.”

“Jesus Christ Marco!” I’m almost shouting. “It would be great to hear what the fuck is going on with you without thinking that you’re just a piece of shit who abandoned your family and is just shacking up with some blonde woman, pretending that you’re what? In love with her? Her husband? What the fuck kind of game is going on here?”

He doesn’t respond. Marco at least has the decency to look away, but I can tell that I made him angry. Something about my comments about the girl are hitting a nerve with him, and I need to figure out what it is.

Finally, he takes a breath. “She’s not who you think she is.”

“Oh? Who is she? Interpol? Irish mafia? Can’t be both so which is it?”

Marco’s eyes gleam. “Did you think that I’d just let myself be arrested?”

“No,” I answer honestly. “But Dino told us that you were doing it to protect him.”

“Sure. I’m glad Dino thinks that.”

I narrow my eyes. “You weren’t trying to protect Dino’s secret kids?”

“I protect all my nieces and nephews. And my family,” he adds meaningfully. “I wish you’d remember that, Sal, before you go through whatever bullshit you have for me today.”

I splutter. “Bullshit?”

“I know that’s why you’re here. You want to beg me to come back, to help you with something. To re-join the family and do… something,” he sighs.

I snort. “That’s not at all why I’m here.”

“Then why are you?”

The question feels like it should be easy to answer. But when I open my mouth to tell him…

I don’t know where to begin.

Gia’s been taken by someone isn’t enough. Because technically, the sentence is correct. However, there’s so much more behind it.

Gia’s been taken.

But it’s more like the mother of my child has been taken.

The only woman I’ve ever wanted to be part of my life has been taken.

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