Mountain Daddy

I didn’t know our one-night stand left her pregnant.

Can’t blame her. I’m not the type you take home to meet daddy.

As a mafia leader, I’m not exactly marriage material.

But the moment I saw her bent over in that tight mini skirt,

I knew I’d claim her for life.

Curves wrapped in leather.

A smile I would burn the world down to protect.

We had one night.

Then she saw me kill a man.

The next day, she vanished.

Now I’ve found her again—in a quiet mountain town.

Baking cookies in a yellow apron…

And a little boy smiling with eyes that look just like mine.

But I’m not the forgiving type.

And neither are my enemies.