Page 143 of Mafia Billionaire's Surprise Baby

Nothing smells like fish.

Blissfully.

I zoom over to the couch and sit. “So, now that we’re here, do you want to have your wicked way with me?”

“Ah, well. I thought we could talk about the offer I made you on the boat.”

“That didn’t seem so much like an offer as it was a demand, but I’m interested to hear what you’ve got.”

Liam smirks. “You really are something, Gia Rossi.”

“Don’t forget it,” I say with a wink.

“I won’t anytime soon.”

Liam settles on to the couch across from me. “So. Like I said. I aim to make you my wife.”

“Wow. And you’re not even going to buy me a drink first?”

He chuckles. “I’ve a feeling that many men have bought you drinks, and yet none have made you theirs.”

Sal.

I shake that off. Sal wasn’t mine. I’m not his.

Except…

A strange montage of our time pretending to be husband and wife flashes before my eyes. Sure, I wasn’t Sal’s wife.

But I pretended to be.

And I didn’t hate it.

“No,” I say cautiously. “But have you considered that fact has a lot less to do with the fact that no one gave me an offer, and more with the fact that I just don’t want to be married?”

“I’m afraid, Gia, that I’m about to make you an offer that you can’t refuse.”

My instincts hear his voice drop into something more sinister, and ice skates down my spine. “Do tell,” I murmur.

Liam leans back. “What do you know of my brother?”

“He makes a better dead man than a living one?”

I’m curious how that will land.

Liam breathes slowly, but he doesn’t look mad. I’m under the impression that very little ruffles him, which is a pretty stark difference from his admittedly very volatile twin.

“I’ll let you have that one, Gia. But I won’t suffer much disrespect for the dead.”

“Oh? I’m sorry that you two were close.”

“We weren’t,” he says sharply.

That gets my attention. “Why the sense of fraternal duty, then?”

“Family’s family,” Liam says from between clenched teeth. “You, of all people, should know and understand that.”

I nod. “Fair.”