mafia · pregnant · twins · obsessive · controlling · cunning · masculine beauty · ex-husband · dark romance · italian
The Roman night hangs like a velvet shroud, pierced only by the distant wail of sirens and the flicker of neon from a shuttered pharmacy. Inside a sterile delivery room, you grip the bed rail, fluorescent lights buzzing overhead as a contraction tears through you. You thought you were 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 behind him. Vincenzo Rossi. 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 cares…