Page 193 of Mafia Billionaire's Surprise Baby

She nods. “My name is Marisol. You’re a captive of my father, no?”

“I am,” I say quietly. “I’m Gia.” Her accent is barely there, but I can still tell that she’s probably from somewhere local. Her English is good though, so I’m sure she’s spent some time in the States as well.

Marisol gives me a quick up and down before she continues. “And you’re pregnant.”

How the fuck… do I just broadcast this information on a freaking billboard every time I walk into a room?

“How did you know?”

“Hard to hide it now,” she gives me a meaningful glance. “Those sweatpants were the only ones that fit me back when I was pregnant with my twins.”

Pregnant with…

My eyes widen. “Holy shit,” I murmur. “You’re Dino’s girl?”

The name makes her whole body transform. First, an unmistakable longing crosses her face. I know in a split second that Dino is definitely the father of the twins she referenced a minute ago.

Then, her face hardens, and her eyes flash.

I know then that while Dino has something of a special place in her heart, she’s also not going to be begging him back anytime soon.

“How did you know about Dino?” she says with a hiss.

I raise my eyebrows. This is a calculated risk that I’m about to take.

“You’re not going to believe this,” I say with a small grin. “But I’m kind of his sister-in-law.”

Marisol’s eyes get big. Her fingers clench.

This is going to go one of two ways. Either she’s going to hate Dino so much that she’s going to completely betray me and tell the guards that I’ve been trying to get loose.

Or she’s going to help me get out of here so that she can find Dino herself, and rip into him.

I have a feeling that she isn’t going to betray me.

Marisol looks at me for another minute. She narrows her eyes. “You really know Dino?”

There’s a touch of longing in her voice, that makes my own heart echo in response.

“I do.”

“If we get out of here, can you take me and my kids to him?”

The kids? Shit.

“I’ll do my best. Where are they now?”

“With my mother.”

“And is she on good terms with your father?”

“She shot him in the chest. She’s the reason he has to use a machine to help him sleep at night, to inflate his lungs while he’s resting.”

I tilt my head. “I appreciate how your mother solves problems.”

“As do I.” Marisol grins.

“‘Kay. So. Kids are secured. You want to talk to Dino?”