The Don's Captor

I was taken by him. That doesn’t mean I’m his…

Discovering I’m pregnant should be one of the happiest days of my life.
Especially since the loser sperm donor skipped town.

Only my joy ends when a black bag is thrown over my head
and I'm tossed into the trunk of a car.

My scumbag father sold my unborn child to the Italian Mafia.
And they’re looking to collect.

Ha! Over my dead body.

Cue Armando: mysterious, dangerous, extremely hot.
And my jailer for the next nine months.

He thinks I’m going to be a good little girl and sit around getting fat.
He has no idea who he is dealing with.

I don’t care how many people he’s killed,
or how good he looks naked.
He’s not getting my baby or my heart.

I just have to bide my time and play along, until I can escape.
But some temptations may be too strong to ignore.