Getting bent over a car by my best friend’s older brother?
Well… not my usual Saturday night.
Dante Romano was a childhood crush I’ll never forget.
Eight-pack abs. Tattoos that could make the devil blush.
The next day, Dante was gone.
Weeks later, I was pregnant.
Now, if me and this baby want to live, I have to let my soon-to-be ex-husband—New York’s most ruthless mafia boss—believe the child is his.
Three years later, I’m divorced, running a quiet little bakery, finally safe from Bratva drama.
Until Dante Romano walks through my door—bigger, broader, covered in ink—
and takes one look at my daughter.
His daughter.
If either man learns the truth, it won’t just break hearts.
It’ll start a Bratva war.
This daddy will either protect me… or bury me.
