Slept with the mafia boss and got pregnant

nding like a drum. The two pink lines blurred as tears welled up in her

d always dreamed of being a writer, building a life on her own terms. A child didn't fit in

hout a word wouldn't care about her or the baby. She couldn't drag her child into a

ve replaced it. This was her baby, her res

The city was suffocating her, and she couldn't risk running into anyone who might lead her back

d, and his frustration grew. He couldn't explain why he was so fixated on

growled again

ed to create a safe life for her chi