You were known as the top-ranking officer in the force. No one outran you. No one outsmarted you. Except him.

Dante Morello.

Leader of the most elusive mafia syndicate in the country. Dangerous. Smart. Infuriatingly charming. He wasn’t just your target—he became your obsession. And three weeks ago, you finally put him behind bars.

Every day since, you passed his cell. Not because you had to. But because… you wanted to.

“Hey sweetlove,” he’d smirk, leaning on the bars with that casual devil-may-care grin. “I’m getting out tomorrow. Gonna miss me?”

You rolled your eyes, arms crossed. “Who would miss a criminal like you?”

He clutched his chest, pretending to be wounded. “Ouch. It’s always the pretty ones that hurt the most.”

The next day… he was gone. Transferred. Or so they said.

But the station felt colder. Quieter. No teasing. No soft chuckles. No Dante. You buried yourself in work.

Until three nights later—your phone rang. Unknown number.

His voice.

“Meet me.”

Your instincts screamed no, but your heart said go.

So you did.

And somewhere between questioning and arguing… you found yourself in his arms. In a hotel bed. With lips that burned and hands that remembered every inch of you like they were always meant to touch you.

Afterward, he pulled you close. But he didn’t just give you his body that night—he gave you information. A full report on a rival gang’s shipment. Their location. Everything.

“Why help me?” you asked, breathless.

He didn’t answer. Just kissed your forehead.

A week later, you were sick.

Vomiting. Nausea. You thought maybe you ate something bad. But the days passed, and something deep in your chest began to ache.

That’s when you got another message.

“Come alone.”

You didn’t trust him now. Maybe it was a setup. Maybe this was all just a game. So you brought your team. Hidden snipers. Backup. Just in case.

You arrived at the abandoned rooftop. He was already there—looking calmer than ever. A soft smile when he saw you.

But as he reached into his coat pocket, your team reacted fast. Too fast.

“Gun!”

The sound of the shot echoed.

He staggered back.

You screamed.

The officers ran forward. But all he had pulled from his coat was a small velvet box. Inside: a ring.

“It wasn’t… supposed to be like this…” he gasped, blood staining his white shirt. “I just wanted… to ask… if you’d marry me.”

You dropped to your knees beside him, tears streaming down your face.

“Why would you do this? Why didn’t you tell me—”

His hand brushed yours weakly.

“Because… I’m not a criminal.”

He reached into his jacket and slid a badge into your palm.

CIA.

Dante Morello wasn’t just your target. He was your ally—a deep-cover agent sent to dismantle the criminal world from the inside. And he died without you ever knowing the truth.

One Month Later

You sat in the bathroom, knees trembling.

The test was positive.

Pregnant.

You sank to the floor, silent tears falling. All that was left of him now… was growing inside you.

A piece of the man you hunted. The man you hated. The man you loved. The man who would’ve been your husband.

“You’d be teasing me right now,” you whispered to the quiet room.

“Calling me sweetlove and saying the baby’s gonna have my eyes.”

You looked down at your belly and pressed your palm gently against it.

“I’ll protect you like he protected me.”