Page 142 of Mafia Billionaire's Surprise Baby

Slack-jawed, I stand back.

“Oh, that’s a new one for you?” James sneers at me.

That guy is about to catch the first knife I can toss in his stomach. “You know what, James the Giant Shithead? I’m humble enough to admit that I don’t know every language in the world.”

Sal might, though.

Deep breath.

Shut that down, Gia.

If I can figure out what language they’re speaking, then I can get a clue about where we are. I listen in, trying to hear anything that I recognize…

I’ve got nothing.

It’s not even remotely close to any language that I’ve ever heard.

Shit.

Okay, Gia. Where have you not been?

Ugh. It could be any number of indigenous central American languages. Any number of non-European languages. Fuck, now that I think about it, I really only know two language groups.

Let’s hope you get your dad’s gift for language, little one.

Ohhhh no.

My eyes are getting hot. I rub my hands against them as tears press, rather insistently, against the edges of my focus.

No. No Gia, keep your shit together.

I don’t even recognize myself right now. I couldn’t talk my way out of a wet paper bag, let alone get back to Elio and my people.

What the fuck is wrong with me?

“Gia. This way,” Liam says, gesturing with his shoulder.

Meekly, I follow.

Meekly.

I am never fucking meek. When I get to wherever we’re going, I’m going to absolutely lay into him. Liam thinks that I’ve been subdued, but I haven’t.

I’m Gia fucking Rossi.

I don’t do meek.

Liam leads me to a little shack that’s situated, mercifully, above all the fish smells. The air is marginally clearer, but I still can’t see shit. There’s nothing but snow and ice and rock and that sad, spongy looking moss grass.

Iceland, maybe?

I would guess northern Scotland but I think there’s more people in Scotland than this weird, scrappy little village. Could be Canada, but I don’t think we were on the boat long enough to get to Canada.

Where the hell are we?

Liam opens the door to the little shack and I duck inside. At some point, Rowan and James have disappeared, and I’m alone with Liam.

I look around. There’s a pretty nice couch, what I assume is a bedroom, and a small kitchen. The furnishings look kind of vaguely Nordic, like something that Ikea might have sold, but they’re clean.