Page 123 of Mafia Billionaire's Surprise Baby

“I’m done, Gia. If you insist on turning me away, then turn me away. If you insist on ending this? End it. Don’t fucking drag me along, and I’m happy to be done.”

She opens her mouth. “I’m not…”

“If you close this door, Gia, it’s going to be closed. If you are done, then we are done. There’s no going back. There’s nothing to return to. End it? Okay. It ends.”

I wait, looking at her.

Gia’s face is pale.

She looks like she’s on the verge of tears, and my instinct is to ask her what’s wrong. To ask if she’s okay.

I don’t follow it.

Gia takes a deep breath.

Tears are in her eyes.

And she says the two words that I never wanted to hear.

“It’s done.”

* * *

The drive is silent.

The castle is about an hour away from Belfast. An hour of driving on narrow, winding roads that the Irish seem very fond of. An hour of silence, because after Gia told me that she was done, I didn’t hesitate.

I packed the shit I needed.

I waited for her to do the same.

And I got us the hell out of there.

If Gia wants to end things and have a perfectly professional bodyguard, I can do that for her. If she wants to pursue her dreams of running the Rossi empire, I’ll help her with that.

But she doesn’t need my conversation to do that.

Finally, the road widens, and the lights of Belfast come into view.

We’re flying out of the Belfast airport. Given the transparent border here, it’s fairly easy to sneak our way back to England, and from there, to New York.

Interpol has a lighter presence in the UK, and as a result, we’re going to be subjected to less scrutiny than if we flew out of, say, Rome.

Dino came up with this plan, and I hate to admit it… but it’s a good one.

Belfast is an interesting city. Given the past and the political environment here, you’d think that they’d have tighter security but…

Bless the fact that they don’t.

We’re taking a back road into the city when I frown. There’s a roadblock up ahead, and it feels…

Strange.

There are so few cars here, and I watch the one in front of us go through the barrier. I’m sure that there wasn’t any roadwork marked here when I checked the map, which was not more than an hour ago.

I guess roadwork can come up in an hour.

I turn, following the detour. Seven minutes into the detour, I’m frowning again.