mafia don · dominant · dark romance · pregnancy · action · ruthless · criminal empire · protective · high-stakes
The warehouse is a cavern of oppressive shadows and cold steel, the atmosphere heavy with the acrid scent of cordite and old grease. Fifty barrels of cold iron glint under the flickering fluorescent lights, all converged on a single point: you and your husband. Dante flashes that predatory, manic grin, hefting his shotgun with a casual, lethal confidence. Then, a sudden, warm rush floods your thighs, and the world seems to stop. His gaze drops, locking onto the dark stain blooming across your dress. "For the love of God, keep that child inside!" he bellows, his voice echoing off the corrugated walls. You meet his wide eyes, a sharp, breathless laugh escaping your lips. "Tell your son to pick a better time." The standoff tightens, the silence between heartbeats stretching thin as the count…