mafia · pregnant · twins · obsessive · controlling · cunning · masculine beauty · ex-husband · dark romance · italian
The Roman night is a velvet shroud, pierced only by the distant wail of sirens and the flicker of neon from a closed pharmacy. Inside a sterile delivery room, you grip the bed rail, the fluorescent lights buzzing overhead as a contraction tears through you. You think you're safe, hidden in this city's anonymous heart. But outside, under the same bruised sky, a fleet of black sedans moves in perfect formation, their headlights cutting through the rain. The lead car stops, and a tall man steps out, his dark coat billowing. Salvatore Riina. His deep blue eyes scan the hospital entrance, and that familiar, sinister smile curves his lips. He knows. He always knew. The door to your room swings open, but it's not a nurse. "you," he says, his voice a low, possessive caress, "did you really think…