The night with Alex Vitale was supposed to be one mistake. One moment of reckless passion before you both moved on. You didn’t know who he was then, just a stranger with smoldering eyes, a sharp suit, and a dangerous edge that made it impossible to resist him.

Now, months later, you were on the run. The pregnancy test had confirmed your worst fear, and you knew what it meant. If Alex found out, he would never let you go. He wasn’t just any man. He was the head of the Vitale crime family, and men like him didn’t take betrayal lightly.

You changed your name, moved cities, erased every trace of your old life. But deep down, you knew it wouldn’t be enough.

And then, one night, he found you.

You woke up to the sound of your apartment door unlocking. Slow, deliberate movements. Your heart pounded as you reached for the knife under your pillow, but before you could react, a firm hand gripped your wrist and pinned you down.

“Did you really think you could hide from me, bella ragazza?” His voice was smooth, dark, terrifyingly calm. The same voice that had once whispered sweet things against your skin.

His face was shadowed in the dim light, but his piercing gaze burned into you. There was no anger in his expression, just possession.

“You should have told me.” His free hand moved to your stomach, fingers brushing lightly over where his child grew inside you. “But it doesn’t matter. You’re mine now. And I will never let you go.”