IT'S COMPLICATED: THE MAFIA'S HEIRS
Natalie Hayes had one plan, finish her degree, chase her dreams, and maybe finally tell her best friend's brother that she had been in love with him since tenth grade. Then two pink lines on a pregnancy test changed everything.
She is pregnant for Luca Wolfe, dangerous, powerful, and connected to the Vitale mafia empire, while still deeply in love with Bryan Rollins, the boy who has always shown up for her, and isn't walking out without a fight.
Forced into Luca's world for the safety of her unborn twins, Natalie navigates mafia politics, a powerful Don who considers her children his heirs, a rival family targeting her as leverage, and the impossible reality of falling in love with two men in two completely different ways.
As threats close in and her heart becomes harder to read, Natalie must decide who she is, what she wants, and whether the life she is building inside this complicated world is one she is choosing or one she is surviving.
Now Natalie's caught up to make an impossible choice between the boy who would die for her and the man who kills for her.
One woman. Two men. Three children. No easy answers.
It's complicated doesn't even begin to cover it.
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Chapter: Chapter 56: Recovery Grief is not loud. That was the thing nobody tells you. You expect it to arrive dramatically, to announce itself, to be unmistakeable in the way that things which change everything are supposed to be unmistakeable. But it does not work like that. It comes quietly, in the spaces between things, in the specific moment when someone brings you a cup of tea and you think I should tell Dad about this and then remember, and the remembering is the thing that takes your breath. I had known since the corridor at two in the morning. I had known since my mom's voice broke through the gap in the door and said they killed him before he could get to her. I had been carrying that sentence for days now, tucking it behind the twins and the surgery and the calls and the collapse, letting everything else be louder than it because everything else required me to be present and the sentence required something I did not yet have room for. Now I had room. Dr Reyes had said rest. The Ferrano situation wa
Last Updated: 2026-09-13
Chapter: Chapter 55: War Declared I watched him make the calls from the bed. He did not leave the room to make them. I think that was deliberate. I think he had decided that leaving the room was not something he was going to do again in the near future, that the specific cost of the past several days had produced in him a new calculation about distance and proximity and what happened when he was not in the same space as the people he needed to be in the same space as. He stood near the window with his back half turned and he made the calls one after another with the specific efficiency of someone who has a list in his head and is moving through it without wasting a single word. Marco first. Then two other numbers I did not recognise. Then a pause. Then the number that made my mom look up from the chair she had not left since the Ferrano family had called. Don Adriano. I had never heard Luca call him. It was always the other way. Don Adriano's name appearing on Luca's screen, Luca answering with the specific readi
Last Updated: 2026-09-12
Chapter: Chapter 54: The Call I did not hang up. I know that is the first thing people would say I should have done. That I should have handed the phone to Luca or ended the call or done any of the reasonable things that a person does when a stranger's voice delivers a threat through a phone at a hospital bedside. I did not do any of those things. I sat on the edge of the bed and I held the phone against my ear and I let the voice continue because something in me understood that this was information and that information, however terrible, was better than the specific terror of not knowing the shape of what was coming. Luca had stopped moving. He stood in the centre of the room and looked at me and I looked at him and we held each other's eyes while the voice on the phone kept going. "Your father made the mistake of returning at an inconvenient time," the voice said. The specific flatness of it, the complete absence of anything human in the delivery, was its own kind of horror. Not rage. Not satisfaction. Just
Last Updated: 2026-09-11
Chapter: Chapter 53: Something Is Wrong I spent the morning watching them perform normal. That was the only word for it. Performance. Not dishonest exactly, not cruel, the performance of people who loved me and had decided that love required them to stand in a hospital room and be slightly wrong versions of themselves for as long as it took. Maya a fraction too bright. Bryan a fraction too careful. My mom a fraction too focused on the twins whenever a particular subject came near. And Luca. Luca who was the best in the world at being unreadable and who had given me, two nights ago in a corridor at two in the morning, his voice saying not yet and the specific cadence of a man managing something enormous on someone else's behalf. I watched all of them. I fed Aria and held Matteo and answered the questions Dr Reyes asked during her morning check and ate the food my mom had brought and laughed at the right moments and gave them the version of me that was recovering and present and not sitting with a sentence in her chest
Last Updated: 2026-09-10
Chapter: Chapter 52: The Secret I woke at two in the morning to an empty room. Not entirely empty. Matteo and Aria were in their bassinets, both asleep, both making the small sounds of people who have committed fully to rest. The monitors were doing their steady work. The nightlight above the bassinets was on, casting the room in something low and warm. But Luca was not in the chair. I lay still for a moment and listened to the room and then to the space outside it, the corridor beyond the door, and I heard voices. Low and careful in the way voices go at two in the morning in a hospital, the specific register of people who are trying not to carry through walls. Luca's voice. My mom's. I sat up slowly, careful of the stitches, and I looked at the door that was not fully closed, a gap of perhaps three inches where the voices were coming through along with a thin line of corridor light. I should have called out. I should have made a sound that told them I was awake and let the conversation outside the door rea
Last Updated: 2026-09-09
Chapter: Chapter 51: MomShe came in the morning with food. Not hospital food. Real food, the specific things she knew I loved, packed carefully into containers and carried in a bag she set on the table beside the bed with the purposeful efficiency of a woman who has always expressed love primarily through feeding people. She unpacked it while I watched from the bed and she talked about the hotel down the road and the traffic and the weather and whether I had eaten properly since the surgery, which was her version of a greeting and always had been. I let her talk. I watched her hands while she talked. My mom's hands have always told the truth even when her voice was managing things. I learned this young, the specific language of them, the way they moved when she was happy versus when she was carrying something. She has my grandmother's hands, long-fingered and capable, and right now they were moving with a care that was very slightly too deliberate, the care of someone who is giving their hands something
Last Updated: 2026-09-07
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