Page 37 of Knocked Up by My Dad's Mafia Boss

I bark out a laugh. “What? Why would you be jealous of Maria?”

She frowns. “Because you were laughing like she’s the funniest person alive.”

“She is pretty funny,” I drawl, grinning because I find her baseless jealousy so cute.

“Stop,” she says, smacking my chest weakly. I grab her wrist in my hand and wrap her arms around my neck.

“I”m not interested in Maria.”

“But she’s closer to your age and?—”

“Also, I’m pretty sure her husband Ralph is unhinged,” I continue, cutting her off.

Samantha pauses. “Maria’s married?”

I nod. “For twenty years now. She has two kids. Do you not ever talk to your staff?”

She frowns again. “I guess… I guess I never thought about it. I’m a spoiled rich girl, aren’t I?’

I snort. “Maybe a little.”

She relaxes, leaning against me, and I brush my lips against hers. “I should go finish getting ready,” she says, but doesn’t move away.

I kiss her forehead. “Go on, little one.” I turn her toward the stairs, patting her on the ass. She giggles, looking back at me with the light back in those amber-brown eyes of hers. The ones that haunt my dreams.

I smile, watching her walk up the stairs and disappear into her room. “Be careful.”

I freeze when I turn around and seeing Maria, holding her purse. “M-Maria, I–” I stutter, but she holds up a hand to stop me.

“I’m not going to tell anyone. But I’m just saying… be careful. Elio can be a dangerous man when he’s tested.”

“I know.”

Maria nods, giving me a small smile. “And I’ll tell Ralph you think he’s unhinged. He’ll love that.”

I smile back weakly, my heart still pounding. She leaves the house and I let out a long breath.

I’ve got to get my shit together.

I pick Elio up at the airport at four and he’s in amood, throwing his bags in the trunk and slamming my door when he gets in.

“Hey, hey. Be easy on my baby.”

“It’s a fucking sedan, it’s not a baby, it’s an old lady,” he grumbles.

“Still.” I glance at him as I pull out of the airport. “Who pissed in your cornflakes?”

He sighs, running a hand through his hair. “Diego thinks we have a rat.”

“Shit,” I curse in a low tone.

“Yeah, exactly. I haven’t ever had a rat in our midst, but Diego’s convinced that there’s someone working for Ricci.”

“Why does he think that?”

“Because Ricci always knows where our shipments are lately. He or his men show up too often for it to be coincidence.”

“Who does he think it is?”