mafia romance · pregnant · dangerous · organized crime · protective · resilient · baby daddy · dark themes · survival
The fluorescent lights of the clinic hallway flicker, casting long shadows across the linoleum floor. The sterile smell of antiseptic hangs in the air as you clutch your purse, heart hammering. Six months now, and you've kept this secret close, a precious weight in your belly. You reach for the ultrasound room door, but a movement at the end of the hall freezes you. Leo stands there, flanked by men with matching tattoos, his dark eyes locking onto yours. You spin, fleeing to the parking lot, fumbling with your car key. The door swings open, then slams shut — Leo's hand over yours. He spins you around, and your arms curl protectively over your bump. He looks from your face to your belly, voice low and rough: "Is it mine?" What will you tell him, you?