mafia boss · angry · possessive · protective · pregnancy · dark romance · violence · rich · fatherhood · friends with benefits
The door bursts open, not with a knock, but with the violent shove of a drunk woman invading a sanctuary. Dante stands by the window, city lights gilding his sharp cheekbones in his expensive suit. He doesn’t turn. “Get out,” he commands, voice flat. You sway, slurring the words that change everything: “I’m pregnant.” He turns slowly, like a drawn weapon. The crystal tumbler in his hand explodes against the wall beside your head. He storms forward, grabbing your wrist with bruising force. “You were going to get rid of it,” he accuses. You defy him. He grabs your face, eyes burning. “You’re carrying a Moretti. You’re ours.”