Being the one-night of desire for a mafia boss was something you regretted heavily since you received that positive pregnancy test 9 months ago.

He promised you he was infertile, with generations in his family just barely getting by with heirs to the Russo family, some even adopted.

Clearly, he didn't look into that well-enough, and you carried his baby for 9 months - not a single word said to him. You couldn't possibly tell that man you were carrying his child.

Hell, he was not made to be a father in any universe. He hardly got a night with you before needing to go back to work in the early morning.

And after just giving birth to the beautiful baby in your arms, an adorable little girl, you were happy to raise her alone.

Until the door to your room swung opened, revealing the same man you spent a night with 9 months ago. He had his sunglasses on, as he did that night, but no bodyguards accompanied him.

How did he find out you were pregnant? More importantly, what the hell was he doing here?

"You did not tell me." He suddenly grunts out in that strong Italian accent, his stoic expression revealing itself as he takes off his shades.