My eyebrows shot up. “What? I did?” Now even my voice was deepening with anger to match hers. “What exactly did I do?”
“You know exactly what you did, you piece of shit. You wait until Gio gets back with Lily and…”
“Wait, what?” I cut her off. “Gio is there?”
Nothing. She didn’t answer me, but I could hear her labored breath down the line.
“What is Gio doing…” The words died on my lips, and I swallowed hard.
Lily was out with her uncle, that’s what she had said.
Gio was her uncle, and that made her…
Holy shit.
If Lily was Gio’s niece, that would make her Sophia’s daughter.
She had said there was no baby.
“How old is Lily?” I whispered.
“Like I’m telling you. Leave us alone.” The line went dead, but I didn’t move the phone from my ear.
Sophia had said there was no baby, and I had assumed that was because she had aborted it or miscarried, but could it be more literal than that?
Could there be no baby because her daughter was now a child?
Falling back, I mumbled, “What the hell, Sophia?”
“Sir?” The hostess appeared, a look of concern on her face. “Is everything okay?”
“Yeah.” I managed to squeeze out. “How long until we land?”
She frowned, her expertly applied makeup cracking. “We have hours left to go still.”
Hours.
I couldn’t wait hours to find out the truth,
I had bought this plane for comfort. But now, I wished I had bought a faster one.
I needed to get to London because it was only there that I would find out the truth.
Sophia had a child. A daughter called Lily.
No wonder she had come back in a panic, no wonder she was doing everything Gio wanted her to do. He was holding her daughter’s safety over her like a sword, and that message saying he was in London had caused her to freak out.
Why?
But I knew the answer to that as well. Because Sophia was afraid Gio would hurt the child.
She had done everything to keep her daughter safe. Everything but murder me, and now that innocent child might pay the price.
Sophia would never forgive herself if something happened to her, and if I was honest with myself, neither would I.
Because Sophia had a daughter, and I had a gut feeling that she was mine.
“Tell the pilot faster.”
