Page 27 of Beautiful Vows

Shock fills her as her eyes widen in response. “Are you pregnant?”

I want to tell her the truth, but for now, it’s best for me and the babies that my secret stays that way for a little longer. Because if Eduardo Gallo has a hit on my head still, it means he won’t be agreeing to anything Antonio says.

I rub my hand over my aching thigh and say nonchalantly. “I’m on medication.”

Silently, she steadies her gaze on me as she takes another sip of her wine. “I’ll make him jealous,” she says. Not asking about my medication or why I was rubbing my leg. “That’s what I’ll do. I’ll make the fucker jealous.”

“Milly…” I warn. “Don’t be putting anyone’s life in danger. That’s a disgusting thing to do.”

“Not if it’s another mafia son.” The smile on her face is so wide and perfect, you’d never believe she had an evil streak.

“Oh. My. God. What the hell are you thinking?” I shriek.

“It’s fine. I know the perfect guy. Enzo has been super nice to me lately. Especially since he and Con had a massive argument.”

I wave my hand in the air dismissively. “I can’t keep up.”

“Apparently, they had a thing…” She lifts her eyebrows like she wants me to read between the lines.

My eyes open wide. “Con? No way. Daddy Conti will not be happy about that.” Then I think about the tattooed monster that is Mateo Conti and shake my head. “There is no way on this earth that man plays for the other team.”

She scoffs. “They aren’t gay. They just use each other's bodies.”

Use each other.

“Fuck! That’s hot.”

“I know. I’d love to watch.” Milly bursts out laughing. “Or maybe I can get them back together and be the sandwich filling.”

This time, I chuckle. “And where does Romeo fit into that picture? You know, the guy you’ve been crying over since we got here.”

“He can watch as punishment.” Her voice drifts away and I lose fun loving Milly once again.

“I’m going to drive back. I need to talk to him.”

“No way. You’ve been drinking, and it’s a ten-hour drive.”

“I’ll leave my car here and fly back. You can drop me at the airport,” she says. “And you can drive the car home when you’re ready.”

“I’m not going anywhere, and you can stay the night and drive home in the morning.”

“You’re not?” All the time considering me. Her fingers tapping on the side of her wine glass rhythmically before she asks, “Why did you move to the Gold Coast if you’re so adamant we need to get away from it? From Dominic, and the Syndicate?”

“I can’t tell you. Not yet.”

Her chin lifts in the air. She doesn’t probe me, which is surprising because Milly normally never lets up when she wants to know something. I suspect that’s something to do with Romeo.

“What’s going on with Amara?” I ask, changing the subject. “She seems distant at the moment.”

“She has a lot on her plate with her studies and dancing classes.”

“Dance classes?” My voice lifts. “Since when?”

Milly laughs. “Since just before her birthday. She’s very secretive about it.”

“Mm.” I remember her wanting to talk to me about something, but I’ve been so caught up in my own troubles I forgot to go to her.

Just when I’m about to take another sip of my water, my phone chimes. I recognize the sound. “One minute.” I tell my sister as I take my cell and stride inside the boat.

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