Page 112 of Mafia Billionaire's Surprise Baby

“Ready?” I say to Gia as she comes out of the bathroom. She looks beautiful, even in the terrible dress.

She sighs. “I guess.”

We leave the small bedroom. Dino is waiting at the kitchen table. He gives me a look that tells me he knows exactly what we were up to last night, and I return it.

Wisely, he nods. “Glad to see you got the clothes.”

“These are terrible,” Gia blurts. “Where did you steal them from?”

“A theater.”

Oh. Well that explains it. “We need to leave this town.”

Dino nods. “Yeah. I know.”

“Any ideas?”

He gives me an infuriating bob of his head. “Some.”

“Some?”

“Yeah Sal. You’re not the only De Luca who has some kind of intelligence. I have some ideas about how to get us all the hell out of here.”

I can practically feel Gia radiating fury, and I raise my eyebrows at him. “Okay. Well. Care to share?”

Dino settles back in the chair and narrows his eyes at me. “How did you get here? Can you take the same way out as you came in?”

I shake my head. The yacht had to leave shortly after delivering us here. Not only could I not risk it being found in the harbor, but I didn’t want to risk my family finding out about my secret empire.

Secrets, apparently, are a pretty big part of our family dynamic.

“How did you get here?”

“I have my ways,” Dino says airily.

Oh for the love of God. “You used to squeal if Mom so much as caught you taking a cookie before dinner.”

“People change, brother.”

I guess they do. “So, Dino. Do you have some kind of brilliant plan for getting Gia and I, and yourself, out of Ireland?”

“Tourists,” Dino says with a smirk. “You two are going to go as tourists to Belfast. Then, you’re going to get right back on whatever method of transportation you took here. Or you’re going to hop a cheap flight to Scotland. There’s a weird issue with customs between Ireland, Belfast, and Scotland.”

“Belfast is part of the United Kingdom,” I say slowly. “So we’ll be able to get across without the Interpol checkpoint.”

“Bingo,” Dino smiles.

Gia glances between us. “How long do we have to pose as tourists for?”

Dino shrugs. “To make it really believable? About a week. If you can somehow get a passport stamp for your entry date, then it would look legit.”

That it would. “I can handle the stamp.”

Gia arches an eyebrow at me. “Really?”

“Yes.” I’ll need a printer, and there’s only one of those in Ireland that I’m aware of. In Dublin.

Which means back in the crappy rental car, and back to the big city.