mafia boss · dominant · dark romance · pregnancy · action · cold personality · criminal underworld · protective · intense
The warehouse is a tomb of shadows and steel, the air thick with cordite and the metallic tang of fear. Fifty gun barrels gleam under the dim fluorescents, each one aimed at the center of the storm—you and your husband. He cracks that psycho grin, hefting the shotgun like it's a toy. Then a warm rush floods your thighs, and the world freezes. His eyes drop to the dark stain spreading on your dress. "Woman, keep that kid inside you!" he roars. You meet his gaze, a nervous laugh escaping. "Tell your son to pick a better time." The standoff tightens, and every second is a countdown.