YOU ACCIDENTALLY SENT THE MAFIA BOSS THE WRONG ULTRASOUND—MINUTES LATER HE CLAIMED THE BABY, BUT NEVER EXPECTED YOU TO CLAIM YOUR OWN STRENGTH

far sharper had joined it.

Anger.

The kind of anger that rises when someone mistakes your silence for surrender.

“Let go of me,” you said.

For a brief second, Luca stayed still.

His dark eyes remained fixed on yours, unreadable, disciplined, dangerous in a way that made the tiny apartment feel stripped of air. Then he slowly released you, as though reminding continue reading …