Page 41 of Mafia Billionaire's Surprise Baby

He shakes his head. “Unless we’re being followed…”

My phone rings, snapping us out of the unpleasant sensation that we are likely being watched. “Elio,” I say, opening the call.

“Well, it’s nice to know you’re alive.”

Shit.

“I was just about to call you,” I say breezily.

“You should have called me as soon as you did not die in an explosion, Gia. I was two seconds from sending Luca to scrape pieces of you off of the streets of Amsterdam.”

“Luca’s going to appreciate the fact he won’t have to do that. How’s Sara doing?”

“Gia. What the hell happened?”

I glance over at Sal and I put the phone on speaker. He comes behind me and leans over me. The smell of him…

I brush off the goosebumps.

“Elio.”

“Sal,” Elio responds. “I trust you’re the reason my sister isn’t painted over the pavement?”

“I’m the reason she’s safe now,” he responds.

Okay, that seems a little rich. Neither one of us knew about the bomb prior to it going off.

But he did pull me out of the canal.

And he did get me into the bathtub.

Shivers break out on my spine.

“I’m fine, Elio. The Russians are fucking dead though.”

“So I hear. It is assumed that you two are dead as well.”

Sal and I exchange a glance and I grimace. “Sorry brother. Didn’t know it would come back on you like that.”

“Word travels fast, especially in a small community.”

The global network of hardened criminals that we belong to is hardly a small community, but I let that slide.

“Who told you?”

“Who do you think?”

I grit my teeth. “The Irish are turning out to be a fucking problem.”

“That they are, Gia.”

“What’s the word on the street?”

“That you’re dead, the Irish are proudly claiming their involvement, and they’re expecting a joint retaliation from the Russians and us.”

I look up at Sal. “They think we’re dead?”

“Si.”