Page 9 of Mafia Billionaire's Surprise Baby

I step closer until our noses almost touch.

It would take me one motion to kiss her. I wouldn’t have to move more than five muscles to do so.

But kissing her…

It would change everything.

We’ve been here so many times. Right at the edge, somewhere between friends and…

More.

And neither one of us has leaned forward.

This is familiar territory.

But I’m not going to be the one to cross into something else.

Not unless she’s there with me.

I can tell Gia is thinking the same thing. Her brown eyes search mine, begging, questioning.

Raging.

Finally, she steps back. She snaps the Glock’s safety on and tucks the gun into her purse. She spins to look at me.

“Fine.”

“Fine?”

“Fine,” she repeats. “If you’re going to follow me around like a fucking puppy, then let’s go.”

“Where the hell are we going, Gia?” It’s almost midnight. Surely, she’s not going to head out now for some kind of hare-brained thing…

“You want to know why I’m in Prague, Sal?”

“You’re fucking right I do.”

“I’m here to find your brother’s body.”

With that statement, my world shatters again.

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“You don’t know he’s dead.”

Gia glances around, but the streets around us are empty. I made sure of that before I asked the question.

Her words have been banging around in my mind, however, for the past fifteen minutes. All the way out of the hotel, into the streets of Prague, I hear them echo, like they’re stuck on repeat in my brain.

To find your brother’s body.

Marco isn’t dead.

He can’t be dead.

There’s just no way that Marco De Luca, the head of the De Luca family and my oldest brother, is dead.

My whole life, my brother Marco has been something of an enigma.

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