Page 206 of Mafia Billionaire's Surprise Baby

“What will happen to the truce between our organizations?”

“I think we’re in for a penny, in for a pound at this moment.”

“Meaning?”

“Meanin’, I’ll be around. And you’ll have a hard time stopping me. I think that makin’ a mutual enemy of Benicio Souza is gonna be a little more than hell for all of us, so I’d say that we need to stick together, yeah?”

I grimace. “That’s not exactly a good thing, is it?”

“Enemy of my enemy.”

“Okay then.”

He stands, ready to leave. Suddenly, something occurs to me.

“You still need to marry someone in order to inherit, right?”

“Aye.”

“What about… Stassi Novikov?”

He shakes his head. “I think my brother already tried that, remember?”

“Sure. But Kieran was an unhinged sociopath. You… Stassi might be interested,” I say.

Liam studies me for a moment. “Anastasia… comes with more than just a starter pack of problems.”

“Yeah but—” I shrug. “Don’t we all?”

Liam gives me a little, tight smile at that. “I would have liked to have been your husband, Gia Rossi.”

“I would have made a terrible wife, if it’s any consolation.”

He nods. “I think that wife is not the role for you.”

My doubts come back, swarming me like bees. “Um. Okay.”

“Because Gia, there is no role that fits you. You are your own thing. A force of nature, an enigma. You are no one’s wife. But I think that maybe someone will be worthy of being your consort. The moon has the sun. Darkness has light. Even forces of nature have a balance, Gia. I hope you find yours. I truly, truly do.”

My mouth hangs open.

With those admittedly amazing words, Liam walks out.

Leaving me alone. Shocked. Processing his words. Trying to figure out what the hell is going on.

Again.

* * *

The third time the door opens, it’s Elio.

“Hello Gia,” he says in Italian.

Oh boy. If Elio’s speaking Italian, it means that he’s too emotional to use English.

“Hi brother,” I respond in Italian. I gesture to the bed, and he comes to sit next to me.

We’re quiet for a minute.