Page 49 of Mafia Billionaire's Surprise Baby

“By a cop?” she asks.

“There’s no other explanation. You need to lay low until I figure out what’s going to help. Do you have somewhere you can go?”

My mind races. We can’t go to any of Gia and Elio’s properties in Italy because they’re going to be on Interpol’s radar.

Italy, however, is safest. It’s where Interpol has a tenuous hold at best, outside of Eastern Europe, and that brings us too close to the Russians for comfort. I sigh.

I didn’t want to have to go here, but…

Alas.

“I have somewhere. Stay here. Five minutes, come out front.”

And with that, I leave the closet.

* * *

Stealing a car is far easier than it should be.

Mere moments later, I’m back, pulling around the corner in a cheap Volvo that runs like shit.

“Your chariot awaits,” I say as I open the door for Gia.

She gets in.

It will have to do for now.

“Where are we going?”

“You’ll see.”

The drive is long. We arc along backroads, racing south all the while. When we get to a train station in Zurich, we leave the car.

From Zurich to Lake Como, we take the train.

And when we get off, we take a taxi to a few blocks from my home.

When I use my app to open the door, everything is as I left it.

Dark, certainly, but not unclean. I hire a maid service for this house, which I bought only a year ago.

I do not rent it.

“Wow, Sal,” Gia breathes.

I smirk. “Real estate pays off.”

“It sure does.”

I hand her the bag of her clothes. “Shower is upstairs. Pick a room. Come join me on the couch when you’re done.”

She nods.

I wonder if she even notices how she responds to me.

It makes me want so much more.

I can’t get the closet in Copenhagen out of my mind. Part of me is hoping that she brings it up again.