Page 141 of Mafia Billionaire's Surprise Baby

“You know full well I can’t tell you that, love.”

“Don’t call me love,” I snap immediately.

The words send that pit of terror swirling inside me.

Liam shrugs. “Well. Suffice to say that we’re not anywhere your devoted bodyguard will find you, nor will any of his brothers, or your own. We have time and space here to discuss, so that you and I can arrive at a solution that’s palatable to all.”

I shoot him a glance. “Palatable?”

“Acceptable?”

Something about that makes me cringe. I can say many things about my relationship with Sal, but none of them are that our relationship is palatable.

Electric.

Thrilling.

Shocking.

Comforting.

Magical…

I shut the thoughts down. It doesn’t matter what Sal and I had.

Whatever I am doing here, with Liam? That’s reality.

The reality is, I might need to marry this guy to survive.

My stomach clenches.

“You alright then?” Liam’s voice weaves around my ears.

“Fine,” I grumble.

“Lookin' a mite green around the gills again.”

“Yeah well. I’m on yet another fishy coastline.”

“What’s with you and fish, hmm?”

My unborn child has an extreme aversion. “Are we going to go somewhere or just sit here and freeze?”

Liam offers his arm to me, and I take it.

The coastline is… well, it’s not pretty. Not like the rolling green hills of Ireland.

The rocks are dark, and everything smells like bird shit and fish.

There are areas of moss gathered on the rocks around the pier, and a small road winds away to the north of us, leading to a disturbingly small town.

The buildings hug the ground like a stiff wind would take them away.

Or like they’ve weathered much, much worse, and they are afraid to let go.

As we walk down the road, it’s clear that we aren’t alone. A small crowd of people is gathered on the road in front of the town.

Rowan, surprisingly, waves at the small crowd of people gathered in front of us. A language that I’ve never heard before in my life pours out of his mouth.