Instead of answering, she grabs my chin and kisses me hard enough to short-circuit my anger. When she pulls back, she meets my gaze steadily.
“I trustyou,” she emphasizes. “I’m just trying to wrap my head around everything. Why would Una want to fuck Antonio? Why would she want me pregnant with Antonio’s baby? Her boyfriend’s baby?! Or I guess her ex’s baby? And how does her weird ass relationship with my father fit in? It makes no sense.”
“That’s why I’m looking for him,” I growl. I’m going to get some fucking answers, and I’m going to put Una and Antonio in the same room to do it. I’ll be able to tell who’s lying and who is going to lose their fucking life.
“Does Una work for Aurelio?” Gi asks, pensive. “If she’s connected to the Irish, she may have met Aurelio that way. From what I understand, Aurelio and the head of the Irish mafia have been friends for life—as much as Aurelio can be friends with anyone.”
I shake my head. “No way. It’s possible that they met, but Aurelio doesn’t work with women. The most he would have done is fuck her. He would never include a woman in his business. He says the two don’t mix, and he lives by that rule.”
“First time for everything?” she suggests.
“Trust me,” I say flatly. “Aurelio is a first class misogynist. Always has been.”
“Then how did Una find the island where I was being held, much less get there? My father didn’t know where I was, and neither did Antonio. Someone had to help her.”
I grunt in agreement. “That’s what I want to know. Could be your rapist. Could be someone else she was fucking who knew where you were being held.”
“Jesus, she’s fucking my father, Antonio, you—” She stops short when I shoot her a look. “Not you. I know, Tommy. Don’t look at me like that. But then this other guy, too? I’m not one to slut shame but does she do anything but spread her legs?”
Another text buzzes through. Dr. Rossi this time. I flick it open.
I will be at your home in
15 minutes. One further
test required. DNA
results in hand.
I lift an eyebrow at Gi.
“What?” she asks, worried. “Is something wrong?”
“Rossi says he’s coming over. He’s got DNA results and needs to run another test.” I study her face.
She bites her lips between her teeth but holds my gaze.
“Something you want to tell me, Ms. Marino?”
She studies her knuckles. “I asked Dr. Rossi to do a DNA test to find the biological father. He met me at Matti and Siena’s yesterday and drew my blood.”
“And you didn’t share that information because…”
“Between beating the shit out of Una and asphyxiating myself on your cock, we never really got a chance to talk.”
Fucking secrets. “Is there anything else you need to tell me? Now is the fucking time, Giovanna.”
She buries her head in my chest. “No, baby. I promise.”
I blow out a breath. “So Doc has your blood, but he’s matching it against what?” I ask tightly.
“He has a database of blood samples and DNA from the men he’s treated, whether they worked for Aurelio or not—”
“Is Antonio included?” I’m trying to keep the rage out of my voice for her sake. It’s not her fault. I blame myself. I should have killed that fucker a long time ago.
“Probably,” she says, her voice small. “I believe him that he didn’t rape me. But when I asked for the DNA test, I didn’t know that Una had commissioned him to donate ‘samples.’ It’s still possible that he is the father.”
I tip her chin up to look at me. “Sperm donor, baby. I’m our baby’s father.”
