Mafia Prince's Christmas Triplets

The moment Luca Monti pins me beneath the mistletoe, his gun still warm from killing a traitor, I know I’m in trouble.
“Say it,” he demands, his lips hovering over mine.
Dark eyes—our children’s eyes—burning into me with seven years of rage and hunger.
I should push him away.
Should remind him I’m a single mother with triplets who can never know their father.
Should tell him that men in my family would kill him if they knew the truth.
Instead, I whisper the words that will destroy us both: “I believe you.”
His kiss tastes like vengeance and Christmas wine and every lie I’ve told since the night he left for Italy…
The night I discovered I was pregnant with his children.
Six years I’ve hidden his children.
Let him think I moved on.
Played the grieving daughter who blamed him for my father’s death.
But Luca’s done playing my games.
He’s back from Italy—harder, deadlier, and determined to reclaim everything he lost.
His empire.
His honor.
Me.
What he doesn’t know is that clearing his name could get us all killed.
My uncle’s loyalists are still hunting for revenge.
Someone’s manipulating La Corona from the inside.
And my children look more like their Mafia prince father every single day.
Then my son, Rocco vanishes in a sea of Santa suits.
When the kidnapper calls, Luca’s face turns to stone.
Not because our son is missing.
Because he finally knows the truth.
And Luca Monti destroys anything that threatens what’s his.