Page 38 of Deadly Don's Baby Contract

“What do you mean?” I turn around to see her face; she’s cute without makeup. I’m glad they didn’t hit her.

“Where is Aria?” she asks cautiously.

“I sent her away. Why?” My sister looks at Luca and the two others in the car. This isn’t something she can say unless we’re alone.

“Just checking that Vito didn’t get her, too. He’s very interested in your wife.” The way she says it, I know my sister is telling me to wait.

“Let’s get you home, do you need a doctor?” I ask. “Did he hurt you?”

“I need a tequila, a shower, and some real food. I’m fine.”

Of course, she is. We raised her to be able to take care of herself.

“Can I go to your house, please?” she asks, but she’s really telling me she is coming to my house.

“You’re not going home alone.”

***

As soon as we’re alone in the house, I corner my sister, “Spill it. Right fucking now.” Guilia looks nervous and pushes me backward to the sofa.

“Sit,” she says, “and here.” She hands me her drink. “You might need it more than me in a minute.”

“Guilia,” I growl at her. She’s stalling.

“Have you met Aria’s family?” she asks me. “Like any of them?”

“We didn’t have a big wedding,” I say. She never mentions family. “Her parents are dead. She was raised by her godfather.”

“What’s her last name?” Guilia asks me, and I stare at her. “Her real last name.” I’m quiet for too long. “You married someone, and you don’t know her surname? Why are you and Marco so incredibly stupid with the small things?”

“It’s Dilio, for God’s sake. It’s just a common surname. It doesn’t matter.”

She narrows her eyes. “And you didn’t think to check it? Too busy with other things.” She waves at my crotch. “We should call it cock-blind. When your dick is hard, you can’t see straight.”

My gut churns. I had a suspicion about the surname from the beginning. Now, after the text from my rat, I know something is up. “Guilia, get to the fucking point.”

“Why was everyone so supportive of a family marriage to a girl from a nondescript family with no ties to anyone?”

Because it didn’t ruffle feathers, was what I thought. At least in the beginning.

“Franco, she is the Aria Dilio. The only survivor of that Dilio Mafia family. You know, the one that got massacred?”

“What?” I think I heard my sister wrong.

“Dilio! Your marriage tied the two oldest families in the mob together.” She really is a fucking liar. “Vito is under threat because even if you two dim wits didn’t know who she was, other people did.”

“I never heard of Dom Dilio having a daughter. He had a son. A ghost no one has seen since the old man died. Everyone assumed he also got killed.” I’m clambering for coherent thoughts. How did I know this? Why did she hide who she was? “This is why she didn’t want to marry either of us.”

“You’re just lucky she didn’t kill you both,” Guilia says. “I might, though, if you ever take three days to rescue me again.

“I need to speak to my wife,” I mutter.

“I’d say.” Guilia takes her drink back. “Try not to be dickhead. You do love her no matter what her last name is.”

I don’t even know who she fucking is.

“Franco, she’s carrying your child,” My sister calmly reminds me.

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