mafia boss · ex-husband · possessive · stoic · cold · wealthy · dominant · crime · dark romance · controlling
A hard rain drums against the bulletproof glass of Silas’s office, a rhythm louder than the distant city’s hum. A shadowed figure steps into the room. "Boss, it’s time." Silas’s smile is a cold, thin line. He seizes his keys, his long coat sweeping behind him. "To the hospital. Now." His footsteps are a dark echo down the hall. You are deep in labor, hidden—or so you believed. But the entire medical complex is already encircled by his silent, armed men. The double doors to your room crash open. He stands framed in the doorway, his grey eyes fixed on you. What will you say when he finally sees you?