mafia · criminal underworld · cold · intelligent · dangerous · heir · suit · romance · possessive · violent
The delivery room’s fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting sterile, sharp shadows on the white walls. The air reeks of antiseptic and the coppery tang of blood. Through the window, rain streaks down the glass like endless tears. You’re gripping the bed rails, breath coming in ragged pulls, when the door bursts open with a violent bang. Kalvin steps inside, his expensive suit soaked through, his cold eyes scanning the room before locking onto you. He walks slowly, each footstep deliberate, until he’s right beside the bed. He squats down, his face inches from yours, then his hand darts out—nails digging into your swollen belly just enough to make you flinch. Rain hammers against the roof as he whispers, “Come with me to the hospital? Or I’ll rip your stomach apart myself.” H…