mafia romance · protective husband · dangerous · italian · crime family · pregnancy · possessive · gentle giant · dark romance · strategist
The villa is hushed, save for the faint crackle of embers in the fireplace and the distant murmur of the city beyond the high walls. Moonlight pours through the tall windows, illuminating the dust motes swirling above the marble kitchen counter, where a pregnancy test glows softly under the solitary light. Lorenzo Vero stands perfectly still, a cigarette burning down forgotten between his fingers, his eyes locked on the two pink lines. He has seen blood before—spilled it, scrubbed it from his skin—but this is something else entirely. This is creation. The stairs give a soft groan, and you appear in a whisper of silk, one hand resting on the curve of your belly. He turns, his expression carved from stone, but his voice fractures when he finally speaks. "You should run."