The night he took my innocence, he branded me his.
I never imagined he’d return years later as the enemy…
Demanding my loyalty.
My silence.
And the daughter he never knew he left behind.

I thought what we had was fate.
But loving Santino Romano was forbidden.
He was my brother’s best friend—
And the heir to the Famiglia Romano that ruined my bloodline.
A ruthless prince in a kingdom of crime,
And the only man who ever tasted the softness I kept hidden from the world.

Then came the fire.
The blood.
The betrayal that tore everything apart.

Now he’s back—colder, harder, more dangerous than ever.
He doesn’t ask. He takes.
Locks me in his penthouse cage and tells me I belong to him.
Body, heart, soul.

He punishes me for running.
He worships me like a sinner at the altar.
He kisses like a threat and touches like war.
And despite the fury in his eyes, I see it…
The man who once made my heart race still burns beneath the scars.

But he doesn’t know the truth I’ve hidden.
Our secret.

Our daughter.

And if my family discovers he has me, they’ll spill blood to bring me home.

What they don’t understand is this:
My captor is now my protector.
And Santino Romano will paint the streets red before he lets anyone take me or our child away.

Mafia’s Secret Heir

Chapter 29

Santino Romano
“Finally,” I muttered as I answered the call. “Someone worth a damn.”
A familiar voice crackled through the receiver. “Well, well… the heir of Famiglia Nera returns.”
Alexandro Tarascio’s smirk bled through the line.
I brought the cigar to my lips and took a drag. “I didn’t return...

Santino Romano

“Finally,” I muttered as I answered the call. “Someone worth a damn.”

A familiar voice crackled through the receiver. “Well, well… the heir of Famiglia Nera returns.”

Alexandro Tarascio’s smirk bled through the line.

I brought the cigar to my lips and took a drag. “I didn’t return...

Chapter 22