Page 95 of Mafia Billionaire's Surprise Baby

I stare at the ocean, which is getting progressively darker and more choppy the closer we get to Ireland. A strange sense of dread is bubbling in my stomach.

The morning’s light has long since faded.

Idly, I wonder what other horrors Ireland will have to offer. Somehow, I’m certain that once we hit the harbor, everything is going to change.

The dream of Sal and I is gone, and in its place, a cold, dreary reality sets in.

Sal and I can never be together. Not like Caterina and Elio are.

Whatever I am, I’m not meant for that.

I’m Gia Rossi.

Love was never in my cards.

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SAL

We make it the whole way to Ireland before Gia deigns to talk to me again.

By that time, all of the anger is gone, faded from me like the setting sun on the ocean. In its place, however, is the overwhelming realization that I have to let this go.

Gia doesn’t want me.

Or I guess she might want me. But she doesn’t want me the same way I want her.

After seeing her interact with the French guy, it’s clear to me that Gia wants people she can keep at a distance. She needs men who she can hang out with for a little while before moving on. People who don’t have any sense of permanence in her life.

People she can leave.

That isn’t me.

I thought that I’d accepted that between us, there really can’t be a future. We can have something like this.

Sex on a boat in the middle of the ocean. Fucking each other while the sea tears at our skin.

We can do this.

But Gia will never want something more.

The thought is… heartbreaking. And surprising. I thought that maybe, we could make this work. Her reaction to my… proclivities really showed me that we could have it all.

The sex and the love.

However, her reaction earlier to me, and the more domestic moment we shared, makes it clear.

She doesn’t want this.

Not one fucking bit.

The port is coming into view, and I know I need to grab Gia to get ready for entry.

We’re gonna have to bribe the hell out of some customs officers, but my staff know the drill. They’ll know exactly what to do.

All that’s left is for me to find Marco.

Footsteps on the teak let me know that Gia’s approaching. I smell her first, the expensive Gucci perfume and something uniquely Gia caressing me, singing to my very soul.