Surrogate For The Mafia Lord

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all restaurant. He was in Seattle, a place he'd only visited once before for a fancy party years

d it was the best in the world, and maybe he was right. But Armani barely tasted it. The uncomfo

fear and reverence across continents. He was a mafia lord-a ruthless, calculating figure who commanded loyalt

rn, Armani hadn't thought much of it. Babies cried, made messes, and didn't interest him. But Xavier's son was different. Seeing how Xav

g down had never been part of his plan. But now, the thought of a child had taken root. He wanted

-helping people have children with the help of a surrogate mother. They were known for being private and profe

was a problem-she wanted to share custody of the child. That was a deal-breaker. Arman

es this have to be so complicated?" he muttere

alistic. "At some point, your child will want to know who their mother is," the lawyer had said. Armani had disa

ghts. "That's ridiculous!" the woman said. Her tone was sharp

striking blue eyes. She held a phone to her ear, her face tight with anger as she a

e distracted by anyone, no matter how beautiful they were. But something about he

one sharp and incredulous. "Where am

gh he knew he shouldn't. He tried to focus on his original purpose, but his mind kept