Page 92 of Bad Bishop
Sam tilted his head. “Is that an admission, pretty boy?”
Luca ribbed Sam. “Enough. Congrats on the baby, Tate. Boy or girl?”
“Boy,” he said, hand still outstretched to me.
“He has a name?” I asked.
“Astile.”
Of course, he and his wife were too fucking special to sire a Jake or a Peter.
With a sigh, I took Blackthorn’s hand and shook it.
Tate Blackthorn would never be my friend, but I guess he was no longer an enemy.
CHAPTER THIRTY
TIERNAN
After the polygraph, I stopped at Fermanagh’s to drink a pint of Guinness with Fintan to take the edge off. I didn’t want to face Lila before I sorted myself out. A lot of shit ran through my head.
Relief. Fury. Unfathomable bloodthirst.
Tate not being the rapist was both good and bad. I needed to finish that prick, whoever he was. But if it was Angelo, shit just got a whole lot more complicated.
Finally, I dragged my ass upstairs and opened the door. Lila sat with Imma on the couch. They were both holding and stroking Lila’s belly. It was still mostly flat, but her tits certainly got the memo. They were heavier and more swollen than before. Tender to the briefest touch.
“Hi!” Lila squeaked when I walked inside, hurrying to greet me at the door. She pressed her sweet lips to mine, throwing her arms over my shoulders. I kissed her back, annoyed with how fucking natural it felt.
“Good news!” she signed. “We felt the baby today for the first time. It is doing a fluttery thing. It’s like tiny fish are swimming in my belly. You have to feel it.”
She grabbed my hand and pressed it against her bare stomach below her pink crop top.
Anger seared through my veins.
I didn’t want anything to do with this bleeding baby.
At first, I was indifferent toward it.
But that was before.
Before Lila became more than just business.
Before I found out the baby was probably pure Outfit and Camorra bloodline.
It was possible—likely, even—that Lila was pregnant with Angelo’s child. And if that were the case, and Angelo’s identity was exposed, I doubted he would end up with a bullet in his face.
More likely than not, Vello would seize the opportunity to marry her off to him.
Not that I cared. It was what it was. There were no real alliances in our world. But I needed the Camorra for my plans with the Rasputins. That was all. Nothing more. Nothing less.
Fine.Fine.I did care. It was going to hurt.
Not a fatal wound by any means, but…
Let’s just say I wasn’teagerto get rid of her anymore.
And there was Lila, delighted and bursting at the seams because she could feel the eejit’s baby inside her. Fucking fantastic.
