Is it his? my father roars, fists clenched and ready for blood.
No, I whisper, my hand instinctively shielding my stomach.
Then whose is it, Chiara?
The silence between us holds the most dangerous truth of all.
Dante Tenebre was never supposed to touch me.
Twelve years older.
My fathers most loyal enforcer.
The man who watched me grow upand then claimed me in the dark.
Now I’m pregnant.
Promised to the wrong man.
And locked in a house that feels more like a prison.
Dante thinks I chose Pyotr.
Pyotr thinks I betrayed him.
And my father?
He’s ready to spill blood to erase the shame.
But I’ll never tell.
Because if Don Marino finds out who really fathered this baby…
Hell put a bullet through the only man Ive ever loved.
What they dont see coming?
Dante won’t run. He won’t beg.
He’ll burn the world to claim what’s his—
Me, our baby, and every last breath of vengeance.
