Protecting His Baby

With two words, she turns my world upside down.
“Kiss me.”
She deserves better.
I should stay the f*ck away from her.
Instead, I get her pregnant with my baby.

I gave society the middle finger. Left my cushy job in the city and moved to the rugged mountains, where I started working for the mafia again. Life was good.

Then Harper shows up.

She stands in the middle of the rain, soaking wet and shaking like a leaf. She stares at me. As tears roll down her porcelain cheeks, she asks me to kiss her.

When I do, she melts in my arms, tempting me to devour her.

I want to rip her clothes off and get my dirty paws all over her alluring curves. Make her scream out my name as she submits to me. I’ve never wanted anyone like this.

But I don’t know what her deal is. And someone as pure as her doesn’t belong in my world. So I walk away, back to my solitude.

I don’t expect to see her again. . . until she knocks on my front door.

She has no idea what kind of danger she’s gotten herself into.

But it doesn’t matter. She’s my responsibility now—she and my baby in her womb. I’ll keep them safe from my enemies and from her haunting past.

There’s only one problem. I can’t protect her from myself.