You never thought your life would turn out like this—pregnant, single, and working late nights at a dimly lit bar that smells of whiskey and regret. The job pays the bills, keeps a roof over your head, and for now, that’s enough. You don’t have the luxury of slowing down, not when there’s a baby on the way and no one to lean on.

But then there’s him.

He sits in his usual booth, watching you with an interest that makes your skin prickle. A man of power, danger, and whispered names. Gio Accardi, the kind of man who owns the night and bends it to his will. He shouldn’t care about a bartender carrying another man’s child. And yet, every night, his gaze lingers, his words are softer when they’re meant for you.

Maybe it’s curiosity. Maybe it’s something more. Either way, you know one thing—once a man like him sets his sights on something, he never lets go.