The Mafia Boss's Hidden Heir

Dominic froze. He raised both hands slowly, palms open, showing her he was unarmed. But his eyes never left her stomach, wide with a mixture of shock, awe, and a terrifying possessiveness that made Nora's skin crawl.

"How far along are you?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper, choked with emotion she couldn't quite decipher.

"It's none of your business," Nora snarled, tears of pure rage spilling over her lashes. "You have nothing to do with this child. You are a killer, Dominic! I saw what you did in that parking garage. I saw who you really are!"

Dominic flinched, but he didn't look away. He took another agonizingly slow step forward. "Lena, you don't understand the world I operate in. Marcus wasn't just skimming funds—he sold our shipping routes to a rival cartel, endangering hundreds of innocent lives. In my world, treason is paid in blood. I didn't want you to see that. I tried to shield you from it."

"By lying to my face every single day?!" she screamed, her voice cracking as a fresh wave of pain gripped her lower back, forcing her to stumble against the counter.

Dominic’s protective instincts flared instantly. Seeing her double over, the syndicate boss vanished, replaced by the frantic man who had searched the country for her. He crossed the kitchen in a blur, ignoring the skillet, and caught her by the shoulders as her knees buckled.

"Lena—"

"Get your hands off me!" she cried out, trying to push him away, but her strength failed her. Another sharp, blinding contraction ripped through her body, stealing the breath from her lungs.

Dominic scooped her up effortlessly into his arms before she could hit the floor. "You're in labor, aren't you?" he demanded, his face turning sheet-white.