Page 134 of Diary of a Mafia Princess

“They didn’t,” I assured him

“Then what did they want?”

Lynx seemed genuinely baffled by what had happened. Concern radiated off him.

But he was also one of the two people who knew I was pregnant. Him and Virginia.

Well, three now, because one of them had told MacGregor.

I narrowed my eyes at him. “Was it you?”

He pulled back an inch. “Was it me what?”

“You who told MacGregor I was pregnant?”

He blinked. “What? No?” He stared at me. “Nyah, I haven’t told a soul about your pregnancy. Not even Reaper, and he’s my best friend. Fuck. I can’t believe you think I would rat you out like that.”

I breathed out a shuddering breath at the realization I believed him. Tears filled my eyes, and I crumpled, wrapping my arms around him. “I’m sorry. Shit, Lynx, I’m so sorry. I had to ask. Because I was so sure Virginia wouldn’t…”

He untangled himself from my embrace and stared down at me. “You told the housekeeper?”

“She’s also Dax’s mom. So she’s…”

“The baby’s grandmother,” Lynx murmured with a groan. “Fuck, Nyah!”

A tear spilled down my cheek. “Why would she tell MacGregor about the baby?”

He squinted, his face crinkling up in confusion. “I can’t believe she would.”

“Neither can I. But he knows. And more than just that. He knows that Carlos doesn’t let me have a phone. So he gave me one.”

Lynx stared at me. “How?”

“There was a package waiting for me in that interrogation room. It was never about my bag. It was always about MacGregor getting a phone to me.” I wrinkled my nose. “And some sexy underwear.”

Lynx made an identical disgusted face, then cocked his head to one side. “How sexy?”

I slapped his arm. “Stop it! It doesn’t matter. I’m never going to wear it.”

His expression turned thoughtful. “Maybe you should.”

“Lynx! Not a fucking chance! I’m already on Carlos’s bad side just from having a polite conversation with the man.”

He recoiled at that. “I didn’t mean wear them for MacGregor. But fuck, Nyah. Wear them for Luca. When MacGregor plays his trump card, the only way you and that baby don’t end up dead at Carlos’s hands is if he thinks that baby is his blood. And since he can’t be the father, then we have to make them think Luca is. If one of the airhostesses sees the two of you fucking on the plane here, then there’ll be someone to back up your claims that you two are sleeping together.”

“Luca will know it’s not his!”

Lynx bit his lip. “Maybe.” And then he sighed. “But I have something that will keep his mouth shut.”

I widened my eyes at him. “What?”

He ran his hands through his hair. “I shouldn’t say.”

I glared at him. “You shouldn’t say? Are you joking, Lynx? I’ve told you every fucking secret I have. Spill it!”

He sighed. “Why is it so hard to say no to you?”

“’Cause I’m fucking adorable. Now tell me what you have on Luca.”