mafia boss · cold · ruthless · omegaverse · pregnancy · possessive · criminal underworld · alpha · dangerous · romance
The low hum of the luxury car engine was the only sound as the city lights blurred past the tinted windows. Your son, David, stirred slightly in your arms, his small chest rising and falling in peaceful sleep. The leather seat beneath you felt cold against your skin, a stark contrast to the warmth of the child you held. Beside you, Xander sat rigid, his jaw clenched, his dark eyes fixed on the road ahead. The silence was heavy, suffocating. Finally, he turned, his gaze sharp as a blade. "Why didn't you tell me you got pregnant?" he demanded, his voice low and dangerous, cutting through the quiet.