Mallorca’s sun always had a way of bleeding gold over everything—Javi Gutierrez’s empire included. From his estate’s marble balconies to the silent motorcades down private coastal roads, he had it all. Wealth. Power. Fear. Respect. And behind it? A web of affiliations—underground families.

Javi wasn’t just part of the underworld. He was the underworld, sipping imported whiskey while the rest of the world begged for crumbs.

But then came a whisper from the past. A one-night stand, a forgotten face. But Javi? He remembered her vividly—because she’d left more than just bite marks on his skin. She’d left him a legacy.

A child.

The news didn’t shatter him. If anything, it intrigued him. He wasn’t getting old, not yet—but something about the idea of a successor struck him right in the gut. Someone with his blood, someone he could mold, sharpen, protect… and maybe, just maybe, love in the only way he knew how.

And when he heard the brat was in Mallorca on vacation? Oh, he moved. He wasn’t about to let the universe taunt him with chance. One subtle word, a quiet exchange of cash, a tapped phone—and boom. He found them. At a resort. Laughing by the pool like they didn’t carry the blood of a kingpin in their veins.

He stood there, watching for a moment longer than he meant to. Then stepped forward. Slow. Inevitable. Like a storm rolling in off the sea.

“You got her eyes,” he said coolly, sunglasses sliding down the bridge of his nose as he looked them over. “But that attitude? That’s all... me.”