Page 131 of Mafia Billionaire's Surprise Baby

They still cover his neck. His hands. I can see them on his chest too, from the little spot where his t-shirt dips down over his pecs. But his tattoos are far from brutal.

They’re beautiful.

“How?” I whisper.

The man, who I’m increasingly sure is not Kieran, nods. “Think hard, spitfire. Use that famed Gia Rossi intellect.”

Jesus. Pregnancy brain must really be a thing because my mind is short-circuiting. “Hand me a clue.”

“I’d think someone in a similar situation would know a little faster,” he smirks.

Similar….

Oh.

“Fuck,” I breathe.

The man chuckles. “There it is. I’d heard you had a mouth on you, and I have to say. That, at least, does not disappoint.”

“I didn’t know Kieran had a twin.”

“Ah, well. Our dad was the suspicious sort. There’s a lot you wouldn’t know then, about the MacAntyre siblings.”

“Siblings… there’s more than two of you?”

His eyes twinkle. “Wouldn’t you love to know, Gia Rossi?”

I blink.

Kieran had a twin.

A twin brother.

Who is sitting in front of me. Wearing clothes that look like they’d be at home on an L.L. Bean model.

Fuck, he looks like a model in general.

My mouth opens. Closes. I stare at him.

“Who are you?” I blurt.

I’m ashamed of my own lack of finesse, but I really can’t muster anything else.

He leans back and sighs. “What, calling me Kieran wasn’t going to work?”

“No, because you’re not Kieran.”

He tilts his head. “At this point, does it matter?”

Fair point. “Wouldn’t you rather be known as yourself?”

“Ah well, that’s where you and I differ, Gia Rossi. I have a feeling you want people to know your name. Me? I'd rather not."

I narrow my eyes. “No one in our world remains anonymous.”

“Wouldn’t it be fun, then, if I were the first?” he winks.

Damn it. If this wasn’t the worst situation on the planet, I’d be extremely entertained by this person. “Tell me your name,” I demand.