The Don’s Enemy Within

I witnessed a mob execution by the man I slept with…now I’m having his baby.

At an elite charity gala, I clumsily bump into Matteo De Luca, baptizing his suit with champagne.
Cool as a cucumber, He flashes his billion-dollar smile, leaving me wet as his shirt.

The look of dominance and danger in his eyes is hypnotic.
I know whatever he asks of me, he can get it.

With the gift of gab, he teases my ears,
Caressing my thoughts with mental foreplay.

At his hotel, he shows me how a real man handles a woman’s body,
Until gunfire interrupts our bliss, and he rushes out.

He wanted me to stay, but I’m no fool.

I was headed to my car when I witnessed what no one should ever see.
The same man that blew my back out just blew the head off of someone else.

Stone cold, killer.
That type that doesn’t leave behind witnesses.

Terrified, I fled the scene thinking I’d never see him again.
Until he finds out I’m pregnant.