Page 6 of Mafia Billionaire's Surprise Baby

She snorts and her arm stiffens as she points it at me. “You don’t think I have ways of making sure I’m well-supplied wherever I go?”

“Gia. I have no doubt. I’m just asking out of curiosity.”

She gently sets it down. “The Serbians love to get chatty over a beer.”

Of course they do.

I have no doubt that, were I to share a beer with those same Serbians, they’d clam up like Fort Knox.

Gia has some kind of a gift for getting people to open up to her. She’s just so… Gia.

I know what it feels like to be on the receiving end of all of that charm.

I fell for it, after all.

The same as the rest of them.

“So, you conned them into getting you a Glock?” Russian guns would be much more popular on this side of the world. Italian guns, even.

Getting this particular model of Glock in Europe is like importing nuclear radiation. Some are made in Switzerland, but this one is 100% US-manufactured.

It’s impressive that she has it. We’re gangsters, true. But there are some rules to follow.

Unless you’re Gia.

“I didn’t con them into getting me one. I conned them into letting it get through airport security unnoticed.”

My eyebrows raise. “You didn’t take the jet here?”

“And risk Elio finding out? No way. I flew business class, thanks to one of my friends who happened to need a companion on his flight from Milan to Prague,” she says with a smirk.

I pretend that the reference to another man doesn’t make me want to throw her over my shoulder.

Show her she’s mine.

Hell. I’d leave bite marks on her skin if it showed the world that she was mine.

My Gia.

She’s not yours.

The thought makes my mood sour quickly. “Why are you in Prague, Gia?”

She ignores my question.

She drifts over to the couch and pulls out the handle of vodka that’s on the table. She pours two glasses and offers me one.

“I suppose congratulations are in order.”

If she drugged the liquor, she didn’t do it recently, and I’m hopeful she won’t want to kill me. All the same, I make sure she sips her drink, visibly watching the liquid slide down her throat before I drink.

It’s excellent vodka.

As it would be.

Gia’s taste in the finer things is somewhat legendary. Clearly, being somewhat promoted to taking over for Elio while Caterina is pregnant hasn’t rid her of that tendency.

My eyes slide over her outfit. Black Chanel shirt, made of silk. Pants that could be Versace or Valentino.

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