Page 182 of Mafia Billionaire's Surprise Baby

I start to feel groggy. My arms grow heavy. I have one last, lucid thought before the darkness consumes me.

Please don’t be a sedative that will hurt my baby. Please.

* * *

This time when I wake up, it’s not gentle. It’s like coming out of a nightmare.

God damn it.

“Where the fuck am I now?” I gasp.

“Well. At least they were right about something. You have a mouth on you.”

I do not know that voice.

Also, it’s so fucking hot that I don’t know what to do with myself.

With a groan, I struggle to open my eyes. I blink, looking around the room.

I’m in another fucking hospital. That’s good, at least.

Now my hyperemesis won’t kill me.

Or the baby.

“Tell me where I am,” I demand.

From the shadows in front of me, a shape emerges.

I study him.

Another old man. Severe eyes. Gray hair that’s carefully coiffed. He’s wearing a suit, wool, despite the absolute swamp like heat.

He smirks. “Good morning, Gia Rossi.”

“Where. The hell. Am I?” I grit.

The man sighs. “Do you know who I am?”

“No,” I say flatly.

I don’t have time to fuck around with this person. I need to get out of here. I need to get back to…

Shit.

The only person I can think of is Sal.

He’s the only person that I want. I’ve been passed out in too many places. I’m weak. I’m vulnerable.

I want someone to protect me.

And the only person I trust in the entire fucking world is Sal De Luca.

“Hmm,” the man says, pacing closer. “Well. You should.”

“I should what?”

“Know who I am.”