Page 25 of Mafia Billionaire's Surprise Baby

When she’s done, I sip some of the water before pulling Gia into my arms. My hands roam her body, checking for injuries.

There are burns. There have to be burns.

There could be cuts.

Broken bones.

She fought the fucking Irish mob by herself trying to get that stupid Russian girl out of their clutches.

There has to be…

“Sal?”

I freeze. “Gia?”

“Am I dead?”

She’s delirious. I know she’s delirious.

There’s so much adrenaline flooding her system right now, there’s no way she’s going to get through this without going into shock.

“No. You’re not dead.”

“Prove it.”

I freeze. “What?”

“Prove it. That I’m not dead.”

“How?”

“Kiss me.”

“Gia, I…”

I don’t finish.

She leans up, pulling my head down to meet hers. Our lips crash together, and my heart squeezes because she’s got to be in so much pain.

This is not how I ever envisioned our first kiss.

But holy hell.

Kissing Gia is like a shot of straight adrenaline.

Even with her cracked lips, even with her smoke-scented skin, this is the best kiss of my life.

I’m dying for her.

When the kiss ends, she slumps back. “Guess ‘m not dead,” she whispers.

Then, she’s out.

I’m happy that she’s getting rest. I need to figure out how to get us back into Minsk, then get us the hell out of this godforsaken country.

But that kiss…

I know, in that moment, that I’ll never ever forget it. That kiss is everything to me. It’s more than just a kiss.