Mafia Pregnancy

I got pregnant twice.

Ask me how.

Same man. Same ridiculous jawline, same brooding glare.

The first time? One night. No names. Just a perfect man who vanished before sunrise.

Surprise! Baby number one.

Fast-forward four years. I’m on a ladder outside a California mansion (don’t ask), and of course, I fall off the damn ladder…

And land in his arms.

Yeah. Him. The one with the fake name, the real empire, and the kind of money that just begs a girl to spend it.

He’s not just back. He the one who owns the house. And worse?

He wants another night with me.

And because I make great decisions under pressure… I give him one.

Oops. Pregnant again.

Now I’ve got one secret baby, one incoming baby, and a mafia boss with trust issues breathing down my neck… and my thighs.

I should run.

But between the bulletproof cars, private chefs, and late-night visits to his very expensive bedroom…

I’m kind of busy.

And falling for him?

That was never supposed to happen, even once… let alone twice.