Page 39 of Mafia Billionaire's Surprise Baby
Questions swirl in my mind like dust from the explosion at the restaurant.
I have no idea what’s going on. Marco dropped off the face of the fucking earth. He has no right to be sitting in a pub in Ireland, looking like a happy honeymooner.
He’s going to fucking wish he was dead by the time I find him.
All the heartbreak Marco caused his family. All the heartbreak Marco caused me, looking for him. The way he totally fucked Elio over and left him to cover up his own disappearance.
He’s so, so dead when I find him.
I walk away, pacing back and forth as I consider the options. “We have to find him. He’s either gone rogue or he’s been kidnapped, and either way, we need to fucking wrap up the end he’s leaving loose.”
Sal doesn’t respond, so I continue. “I definitely think the pub is Irish. Scottish pubs feel more modern, and English pubs have soccer shit everywhere. They’re definitely somewhere in Ireland, which is of course perfect because that’s where our now mortal enemies live.
"Who do we know in Ireland, Sal? Who took over after we killed MacAntyre? Who…”
Instead of answering my questions, he interrupts me. “The woman looks like the one from the club in Prague.”
Slowly, I turn to look at him. “What?”
“She looks like the woman from the club. Don’t you think?”
“I didn’t get a good look at her.”
“Oh. Really?” he tilts his head.
No. OF course, I didn’t get a good look at the woman in Prague when she blew past us, because I was too shocked by the feeling of Sal’s body next to mine. Even if I had seen her, there’s absolutely no way that I would remember it.
All I can remember is the feel of Sal’s body next to mine in that dark corner.
All I can think about is the lust that punched through me then, and that fills my body with a simmering desire now.
“No. I didn’t get a good look at her because your giant shoulders were blocking my view,” I snap instead.
Sal’s eyebrows go up. “Giant shoulders?”
“Yes. Giant. Like the size of a bull or something. Honestly, did you, like, crawl into a vat of HGH as a child?”
“Gia. Don’t be rude.”
I sigh. It was a little too far but I’m not willing to admit it yet. “I’m not being rude, but you have to admit that you’re a very large person.”
“And you have to admit you’re being very rude for a human who I could squish under my shoes.”
“Sal,” I say, admonishing him.
“Gia.”
“What the hell was that?”
He frowns and shakes his head, looking back at the computer. “Marco is alive.”
“If he’s alive, why hasn’t he tried to come back?”
That’s the million-dollar question.
Sure, Marco is alive. He’s even doing well, it seems.
He certainly appears whole and hearty compared to how he looked when I last saw him at Caterina and Elio’s…. well. The time that Marco handed Caterina over to Elio in order to try and plant her as a spy.