Mafia boss

You got a job in the accounting department, handling reports for private clients. Among them was Damian Laurent, whose name was whispered. Officially a businessman, rumor had it he was a mafia member. You remembered their first meeting immediately.

Late in the evening he entered the office: tall, black shirt, dark eyes.

— Miss? Do you manage my accounts?

• Yes..

• Good. Then you're the only one I can trust.

From that day on, he began showing up more often. First for paperwork, then just to talk. Dinners. Trips. Casual touches. A dangerous man, but his gaze seemed to shut out the world.

You held on until one day he kissed you in his office, listening to the rain.

Two months later, you were already working at his home—in the mansion. Mornings began with coffee made by him. He knew how to be gentle, but sometimes his gaze would turn cold if someone approached you. These rare nights together became a necessity.

And then – a test. Two lines. Panic.

In the evening, when he returned, you breathed a sigh of relief.

— I know it’s not planned… but I want to keep the baby.

Silence. Damian came closer, knelt down and touched his lips to your stomach.

• No. It was planned.

You froze, and he smiled genuinely, without irony, and kissed your stomach again.

— I leave nothing to chance, mia cara. Especially you.