I accidentally dated a mafia prince. Now, I’m carrying a Bratva heir. I thought I swiped left on Kevin from accounting. But the man waiting in the bar wasn’t Kevin. He didn’t say his name.
Just slid a drink across the table like he owned me. Black jacket. Silver-black hair. A tattoo curling up his neck like sin itself. Our one night together was amazing.
The next morning, I woke up very much alone. No name. No number. Just a memory I can’t stop replaying. Then my dad messed up the wrong numbers for the wrong client. And now I’m being handed to… him.
The not-Kevin. Chicago’s deadliest mafia single daddy. He says I need his protection. So we play house. On the sofa. In the bedroom. Once on the balcony. But this isn’t a game anymore.
My family’s in danger. And I’m secretly pregnant with his child. But his family doesn’t accept outsiders. And they sure as hell don’t let them walk away.
