Page 98 of Mafia Billionaire's Surprise Baby
Instinctively, I tuck up in front of Gia. If we need to make a run for it because Dino is going to pull something on us…
Dino sighs. “Not here. It will compromise him.”
“Compromise who?”
He jerks his head toward the table in the corner of the pub. “Marco,” he whispers.
What the hell is this?
There’s a strange, sinking feeling in my stomach. “What do you know about why Marco is in Ireland.”
Dino sucks in a huge breath. His nostrils flare as he exhales, and I can see the shiny scars on his neck, and the one that crosses his eyebrows, in the moonlight.
“He’s here because of me,” Dino whispers.
* * *
To say that I don’t trust my brother right now is an understatement. The understatement of the year, actually. Because it’s more than that.
I’m about ten seconds from ripping Dino to pieces.
Dino brings us back to the main town, where he points out a little shop. We go up the stairs to the left of the front door and follow him into an apartment.
Apparently, he’s been sleeping here ever since he overheard Elio say that we were headed to Ireland.
I’m still pissed about this. “And how are you explaining your absence to Elio, exactly?” I say to my brother.
“He knows what I’m doing.”
Gia’s eyes narrow. “And he didn’t feel the need to tell us?”
Dino’s glare meets hers. “Well, he didn’t exactly have the chance since you were floating across the ocean and all that. Cell signal sucks, especially when you’re probably hitching a ride on something that has enough sea hours to count as a pirate vessel.”
Ah. Of course. Neither one of them thought that we’d be on a luxury yacht that gets cell phone signal from space.
I’m happy to keep it this way. If Dino has his secrets, so do I.
I fold my arms and glare at him. “Okay. So you came the whole way from New York, abandoning whatever duties Elio assigned you to. You’re here presumably so you can stop us from finding Marco. What I don’t know, and what you need to start doing right now, is telling me why.”
Dino sighs. He gets up and grabs a phone, then settles back at his place on the rickety dining room table. “You can’t be mad.”
“We’re way past that,” I growl. “I’m definitely mad.”
“At Marco, not me,” Dino clarifies.
Now that’s interesting.
“I know what I’ve done. And I know what I asked Marco to do. And I know we didn’t tell you shit about it, but we didn’t tell Caterina either because you two are…” he glances at Gia. “You have more loyalties than just the family.”
That hurts. “Gia and Elio are family, Dino.”
“Not like you and Caterina are,” he murmurs.
“So, what makes you think that you’re going to spin a story that I believe now? You just told me that you don’t trust Gia and Elio. You think I’m going to believe that what you have to say is the truth?”
He nods. “Yeah. Because I’m gonna tell you the truth.”
“Get to going, then,” I snap.