Page 126 of Diary of a Mafia Princess

Maybe they wouldn’t. Maybe I only noticed because I noticed everything about her, from the glossy dark hair that curled a little around her face when she’d just gotten out of a hot shower to the freckles across her nose.

And yeah, I noticed the way her stomach was no longer flat, like it had been when she’d first gotten here. There was a definite curve to it now that just screamed for me to run my hands all over it.

But that wasn’t my place.

“How’s the ‘jump Luca’s bones’ plan coming along?” I forced myself to ask.

She let out a snort of derision. “Yeah, great. I’m having wild, passionate sex with him right now. And I’m at least four months pregnant. Maybe more. He’s definitely going to believe this baby is his.”

I made a face at her. “Fuck.”

“Yeah, fuck.” She smiled at me. “It was a good try.”

“Do we have a new plan?”

She cocked her head to one side. “We? Last I checked, it was only me knocked up and unlikely to fit in her wedding dress, even if it is in just a few days.” She ran her hand over her stomach. “This baby has been getting bigger by the second it feels like.”

I turned away. I couldn’t handle watching her doing that without wanting to touch her. “We,” I said with as much conviction as I could. “You aren’t alone in this. We’re…”

Her gaze softened as it focused on me. “Friends. Right?”

I nodded; my mouth suddenly dry. “Of course.”

Where was Carlos with that branding iron? I wouldn’t have minded shoving it through my eye right about now. “I still think it’s the best plan. When was the last time Carlos or Luca saw a newborn baby? They won’t know what size they’re supposed to be.”

“Their doctor will.”

“Doctors can be paid off.”

“With what money? I have none of my own.”

I glanced around her room, full of fancy fucking shit Carlos had paid for. “Plenty of things here I could pawn.”

She sighed. “Yeah, maybe. But then there’s the problem of Luca. He’s been avoiding me.”

I’d noticed that too. Ever since he’d taken the punishment for her, he hadn’t been around as much. If he was, he spent his time in his room. He hadn’t been showing up for hockey training or games, and so it had been me who’d copped the full brunt of Carlos’s and Enzo’s wrath over their new hockey team being so utterly garbage.

I hadn’t told Luca. He’d had enough on his plate, trying to heal from the injuries he’d sustained at his father’s hands.

But it was no surprise Nyah hadn’t seen much of him. None of us had.

“He’ll be on this trip with you,” I said. “Maybe you’ll get a chance for seduction then.” I grinned at her. “You can join the Mile High Club.”

I really wasn’t sure why I was hurting my own feelings like this. But I did have a vague theory that if I saw her with other men, then it might put a damper on this ridiculous fucking crush I had.

Couldn’t make it any worse anyway.

She threw a pair of sandals on top of her clothes.

I continued to torture myself, thinking about her and Luca. “I’m not sure the two of you would even fit in a plane bathroom though.”

She stopped packing and glanced at me. “Have you ever been in a private plane?”

I laughed at her. “Oh, yeah. Heaps of times. Right between hockey fights while I was in college and the stint I did in prison.”

She rolled her eyes at me. “Well, you’re in for a treat, my friend. Because I’m pretty sure we aren’t flying economy to Scotland.”

I flushed warm over assuming the Guerras would be flying on a regular airline. Of course they wouldn’t. “I would have liked to see that.”