Page 148 of Mafia Billionaire's Surprise Baby

Then, back to that deep, soul-sucking terror the information Elio gave me brought on.

Gia can’t be getting married.

There has to be some kind of threat embedded here. I’m missing something and I can’t quite place what it is.

I dig for my laptop, opening it up and connecting it to the VPN for the port authority within moments.

Liam MacAntyre. Who the fuck is he?

Why does he have my Gia with him?

Why did he intentionally kidnap her? Why target specifically her?

Why the fuck did he leave me alive.

I’m staring at the blank screen. My mind is moving faster than the technology in front of me, and it’s making my skin crawl. Finally, the computer boots up. It’s still painfully slow, but at least it’s functional.

Immediately, I start to search.

Liam MacAntyre.

I’m not sure if it’s the fact that I’m in Ireland, and therefore on the correct VPN, or just stupid luck, but the search almost immediately brings something up.

My jaw drops.

This man is a fucking ghost. He’s a corpse.

He shouldn’t be alive. I watched him die.

I lean in closer, frowning.

No, he’s not Kieran.

For one, his name is different, which sounds like a stupid difference until I realize that there are other subtle differences. Different tattoos.

Kieran’s face had a cruel look to it, while Liam’s has a stoic one.

He doesn’t, however, look unhinged like Kieran did.

That’s a relief, I think.

The tattoos are also totally different. Both of them are (or had been) covered in tattoos, with only their faces exposed, but Liam’s tattoos are artful. They look more like they’re done intentionally, whereas Kieran’s tattoos had looked like they’d been done by a drunk pirate somewhere around the end of his career.

Or maybe by someone who had been given a tattoo gun for the first time.

Either way, I can appreciate the elegance in Liam’s ink. It doesn’t mean I like the guy, but it does mean that he doesn’t appear on the surface to be a total fuckwit.

That also means he’s going to be a pain in the ass to deal with.

He wants to marry Gia.

My email pings, and I open it. Elio’s forwarded me the email from MacAntyre.

I scan through it.

Every sentence burns through me like a branding iron.

It’s well-worded. The man is perfectly logical. Perfectly sane. He’s absolutely thought every aspect of this, and I fucking hate him for it.