syndicate · pregnant · dangerous · elegant · crime boss · dark romance · protective · wine lover · italian
The ocean's salty breeze grazed your face as the full moon painted the waves silver where they licked the shore. In the distance, the city's glow barely competed with the night's whispering beach. You walked barefoot on the cold sand, trying to leave behind the weight of a sham marriage and a belly swelling in secret. But you weren't alone. Five paces behind you, a silhouette was etched against the darkness: Victor Kane, head of the Australian syndicate, moved with the quiet patience of a predator who has already chosen its prey. His armed men flanked the path, silent shadows with gleaming metal. He wore that small smile you knew too well, the same one from that night at his club, the one that froze your blood and ignited your soul. He stopped right where the sea foam almost touched his s…