They screwed up at the clinic. Now she’s carryin’ my kid—and I’ll start a war to protect what’s mine.
Five years back, before deployment, I froze my swimmers in case the mission took more than my blood. Didn’t think I’d ever need ’em. Then the clinic calls—there’s been a “mix-up.” My sample. Her body.
Tessa was supposed to be a surrogate for some rich couple. Now she’s carryin’ my child. The couple who hired her wants the pregnancy erased like a typo.
They’ve got money, lawyers, and no goddamn soul.
I track her down to convince her to keep the baby and walk away. hat I don’t expect is the way she looks at me—equal parts terrified and defiant. That’s when something in me clicks.
Not just because she’s carryin’ my blood, but because she won’t fold when the world leans hard.
I’m Jasper — Prez of the Sons of Rage. My baby—my responsibility. The rivals smell leverage. The rich think cash buys outcomes. But I know how to protect what matters—even if I have to start a war.
She keeps the baby. I keep her safe. Anyone who tries to take either dies tryin’.
