Page 183 of Mafia Billionaire's Surprise Baby

“Why’s that?” I bark.

He smirks. “Because I think you know the father of my daughter’s children.”

Oh.

Fuck.

He nods. “Let us start again. You, Gia Rossi, are in Brazil.”

I blink. “Brazil.”

“Yes. Brasilia, the capital, to be precise.”

“And why am I in the capital of Brazil?”

His grin spreads. “Because you’re a problem.”

“How?”

He tilts his head. “That question is odd.”

“Not really. I’m just a problem for a lot of people. You’re going to have to be more specific.”

The man chuckles. “Ah, the rumors about you appear to be true to the very letter.”

“Can’t say I know the same about you,” I challenge.

The man sighs. He stands. He surveys me, looking down his nose.

“Let me introduce myself then. I am Benicio Souza.”

Oh.

I’m super fucked now.

My eyes must give something away because his smirk widens. “I see you’ve heard of me.”

I need to play it cool. “I heard you didn’t do so good in that last election. Frog farm failure, was it?”

This man is a fucking nuclear bomb.

He’s not just a mob boss. He’s a politician.

A bully.

A warlord.

He’s the king of the castle down here in his little corner of the world, and he rules his kingdom with an iron fucking fist and absolutely zero morals.

I’m so fucking dead, it’s not even funny.

I have to leave.

“And why am I a problem to you, again?”

“Two reasons.” Benicio settles into a chair across from me. The pulse meter on the screen next to me twitches, and I curse it.

I don’t want him to know how nervous I am.