Page 149 of Mafia Billionaire's Surprise Baby

It’s a good bargain. He’s proposing that he and Gia get married in order to satisfy the terms of an old debt that his father had. In return, Elio would receive a fighting force nearly triple our current numbers. He would have unfettered access to the Irish supply of weapons that flowed from Eastern Europe, and he would have exclusive trading rights with the diamond mines that the Irish somehow had a hand in.

I didn’t know what else they have a hand in across the world, but I knew what was being offered in the letter was good.

There is one line, however, that lingers in my mind. The words waver in front of my face.

I would give her a position as my equal. The organization would benefit from having Gianna Rossi at my side, and I would never be unaware of that.

He sounds like he knows her.

Like he’s talked to her.

And, like he understands her.

My hackles are up. No one understands Gia except me.

Or at least… that’s what I thought.

My heart thumps.

I shut my eyes and I take deep breaths. Gia isn’t mine. She made that very clear. Even though I thought we were on the same page…

We aren’t.

I can’t let our personal situation interfere here. I need to find Gia.

Even if when I find her, it breaks me.

* * *

An hour later, I find it in the harbor’s video recordings. An unmarked ship left and headed north.

North.

There isn’t much north when it comes to Ireland. Scotland. Maybe Iceland. Canada?

God, it would be fucking terrible if she was back on North American soil and I didn’t have a clue.

Elio’s words ring in my mind, but more than that, I can’t stop thinking about the fact that Gia is with some guy who wants to marry her.

Who didn’t exactly give us an “or else” when he sent his message, but the implication was clear all the same.

North.

I pour over a map, doing everything I can to figure out what ‘north’ might be. Russia?

God I hope it’s not fucking Russia.

It’s not exactly like I can reach out to any of the Russians, either. Even if she didn’t get taken to Russia, they have pretty much a monopoly on shipping anything above the latitude of New York City. Their network of ships and containers and the movement of goods is vast, and if anyone knows where Gia’s been taken in the general direction of ‘north,’ it’s them. If they know directly, they’d tell Elio, since Elio and the Russians are fairly tight, but even if they don’t know…

They definitely have an idea of where the Irish would hide her, especially in the north.

However.

They also think that Gia and I are dead. If I show up and announce that not only are we very much alive, but we managed to survive the blast that took out two of their top guys, they’re immediately going to suspect one person.

Me.

No matter how strong we’ve been as allies in the past, when it comes to stuff like this, people are pretty predictable. The Russians are absolutely going to think that we had something to do with all of this.