Page 8 of Mafia Billionaire's Surprise Baby

As he should have. Not only am I more lethal than anyone else in his organization right now, but he knows that with Gia, I’ll do anything to save her.

Anything to protect her.

I made that clear to him when I begged him to send me to Europe to get away from her.

Unfortunately, the ocean between us hadn’t’ been enough. Life had a way of throwing Gia back in my face.

And I was not going to turn her away.

“I don’t need you,” she snorts.

She grabs the Glock off the table again, inspecting it like she’s looking for a weakness. I know she won’t find one.

If there’s one thing Gia likes more than clothes, it’s designer guns. She makes sure they’re ready to go, ready to fire, and takes great pride in keeping all of her weapons clean.

“Yes, you do,” I say softly.

Gia checks her weapon, the sound of the magazine clicking into place loudly in the room. “No, I don’t.”

“What the hell are you doing in Prague, Gia?”

“None of your fucking business, Salvatore.”

The use of my full name is like a hot poker to my anger. “Don’t you fucking ‘Salvatore’ me, Gianna.”

Her nostrils flare.

I shouldn’t think that is so goddamn sexy. I really shouldn’t.

I’m fucked though because I think everything about Gia is sexy.

When I think about her, everything in me goes on high alert. I’m aware of her movements every time she makes them, like I have sort of stupid Gia radar.

When she breathes, my chest expands.

When she talks, I listen.

I hate how I am drawn to her. She’s the sun, and I’m some kind of stupid space rock that’s stuck in her orbit.

Now, I can never leave.

“You cannot walk into that meeting with the Russians alone.”

“I have walked into every business deal, situation, and meeting alone!” she snaps. “Why on earth do you and my fucking soft-hearted brother think I need protection now? Why, after all this time, do I need a babysitter?”

“You don’t need a babysitter!” I roar. “You need backup!”

“Like hell!”

In the time that our argument has escalated, we’re inches away from each other.

This close, I can smell the expensive perfume that she has custom-made for herself. I can see the redness spotting her cheeks from where blood is flowing to her skin.

She’s actually angry at me.

Gia is angry at me.

As though I’m the one who dismissed us. Like I’m the one who told her to fuck off.

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