I didn’t know our one-night stand left her pregnant.
Can’t blame her. I’m not the type you take home to meet daddy.
As a mafia leader, I’m not exactly marriage material.
But the moment I saw her bent over in that tight mini skirt,
I knew I’d claim her for life.
Curves wrapped in leather.
A smile I would burn the world down to protect.
We had one night.
Then she saw me kill a man.
The next day, she vanished.
Now I’ve found her again—in a quiet mountain town.
Baking cookies in a yellow apron…
And a little boy smiling with eyes that look just like mine.
But I’m not the forgiving type.
And neither are my enemies.