Page 34 of Mafia Billionaire's Surprise Baby

Gia studies me. “Sal, you know by now that one lie becomes another really fast.”

“I know.” That’s basic investigation.

“So. You don’t think Dino has something to hide?”

I still. “You can’t think this has to do with the reason he sold Caterina and Luna out to the Irish.”

“I one hundred percent think that.”

“Dino doesn’t have any kids. Secret or otherwise.”

“You know that for sure?”

I stare at her.

Out of the four of us, Dino is… different.

Where Caterina, Marco, and I seemed to get some kind of obedience gene when it came to our parents, he almost skipped it.

It’s more than that. Dino looks different than we do. His skin is darker, eyes greener. There’s been more than one person who’s commented behind closed doors that Dino doesn’t look like my father’s son.

My father often had those people killed right after they made those comments, but that never stopped them.

It just slowed them down.

Slightly.

Gia nods. “See. I knew you weren’t sure.”

“That has nothing to do with the fact that Dino is… Dino,” I say. “He’s my brother. Marco, Dino, and I don’t keep secrets from each other.”

“But you keep them from Caterina?”

Gia’s voice is more than a little dangerous.

“No, I don’t keep them from Caterina either,” I say.

Caterina is my little sister, and she’s the baby of all of us.

That doesn’t, however, mean that she’s less capable or less intelligent. She passed all of her CPA exams about a month after graduating college, and on top of that, she’s whip-smart.

She’s loving, caring, and all the things that I wish I was.

We don’t keep secrets from her.

Honestly, the fact that I left her out of my initial assessment… makes me feel a little weird.

Gia shrugs. “All I’m saying is that I love Elio, but he’s his own person. He has his secrets. There’s a lot I don’t want to know about him. And there’s a lot that I do know about him, even though he thinks I don’t.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

Gia leans over and plays with one of the bows on a Chanel box.

“It means that I know him. I love him. But I’d never in a million years think that I can, or should, count on him to behave the way I want him to. Elio is Elio. He’s my brother, and he’s my twin.

“He’s not the person I’m going to count on when things get hard. I’m always going to have backup so that I can ensure the outcome that I want.”

It's a little chilling. “So, who would you count on, Gia?”