Novels by Charity writes

Kraven’s POVThe moment J’s call ended, silence pressed against me like a second skin. My lungs burned, and my pulse throbbed like war drums in my ears. Ramson. My boy. Every second that passed was another second he was in their hands, and I couldn’t stand it. I wanted to tear through the walls, rip down every street, drag Giovanni and Jack out by their throats until one of them gave me back my son.But I couldn’t move just yet. I had to think. Rage without direction was useless, you know.The creak of the front door snapped me out of the storm in my head. I turned, half-expecting another one of my men, but it wasn’t. Rather, it was my grandmother.For a moment, my body locked. I wasn’t surprised exactly—after all, I had called her after J’s little report while I was in the car, needing her eyes and ears, and maybe her presence too. But still, seeing her walk into this house, where Mia’s granny sat trembling and Mia herself burned with suspicion and grief, twisted something deep in me

Kraven’s POVFrom the moment one of my boys in the Mafia, Jax—whom I prefer to call J—rang me on the emergency line, I knew something was terribly wrong. He never touched that line unless the ground was on fire. My gut twisted before I even answered. My hand felt heavier than usual when I grabbed the phone, and my chest already burned with that familiar weight I hated carrying.I pulled the car to the roadside. I wasn’t about to risk another crash while trying to take a call. One reckless moment weeks ago had already carved scars into me I could never erase, scars that stole pieces of me no man should lose. I couldn’t let history repeat itself in my case.But before I even hit “call back,” the phone lit up again—J calling me.I glanced sideways. Mia’s eyes were locked on me, sharp, suspicious, almost afraid. I couldn’t even blame her. I probably looked like death had just whispered something in my ear. My face betrayed me more than I wanted it to, but I couldn’t fix it in time. Her ga

Mia’s POVOn reaching home, I couldn’t even wait for Kraven to pull into a proper parking spot. The car hadn’t fully stopped when I shoved the door open and jumped out. My heels clattered against the pavement as I rushed inside, with my heart hammering against my ribs like it wanted to escape. The air in the house carried the faint smell of incense and polish as usual, but what unsettled me most was the sight before me.Granny was on the floor, her frail body shaking as sobs tore out of her chest. Tears streamed down her cheeks, dripping onto the tiled floor, and her hands clutched to her chest like she was trying to hold herself together. My stomach dropped. The way she looked—broken, undone—it was worse than anything I could have imagined.“You said my son is here exactly?” The words tumbled out, breathless and sharp. My voice cracked as if it could barely carry itself. “I left this boy at home with you to meet the doctor with Kraven, and this is what you were telling me over the ph

Mia's POV“Grrrrrrhhhhhh. Grrrrrrrrrhhhhhh.”The sound rattled through the car, sharp and insistent, as Kraven’s phone buzzed against the dashboard. We had barely driven another mile on our way home, and I was still holding onto the small pocket of joy we’d shared minutes ago. But when his gaze moved to the screen, I saw the light in his eyes collapse into something cold, more like something jagged.His jaw clenched so tight that I swore I heard his teeth grind. His hand gripped the wheel, knuckles straining bone-white against the steering leather. A heaviness swept through the car, thick enough for me to taste it on my tongue. I didn’t need anyone to tell me—something was wrong.He slowed, scanning the road like his thoughts weren’t even here, before abruptly swerving into an empty patch by the shoulder. The engine purred low, restless and in no time, the sound of the car died off, while the phone buzzed again.This time, he snatched it up.“Hello, J. What’s wrong?”His voice wasn’t

Mia’s POVThe whole thing seemed to me like a fairytale as we waited to meet with the doctor at his office. I sat stiffly in the chair, with my legs crossed and my fingers laced together so tightly that the bones ached. My mind kept wandering, trying to piece together why exactly Kraven had insisted on me coming with him. He had only told me to dress up, nothing more, and with him, that could mean anything.Beside me, Kraven looked restless in a way I had rarely seen before. His posture was rigid, his shoulders squared, but his eyes kept darting toward the door as though he could summon the doctor by sheer will. Every now and then his leg tapped against the floor, a sound that grated against my nerves and yet revealed just how much was brewing inside him.Finally, the door creaked open. The doctor entered, his white coat swaying, and his glasses laid low on his nose. He glanced at both of us, his expression unreadable, and then sank into the executive chair behind his desk.“You deman

Kraven’s POV“Kraven, I know how hard this will be for you to even believe me in the first place,” Nonna began, her voice calm yet unyielding, “but I am ready to go to any length to prove things to you. Before that, we can start with something simple—ask Mia who the father of her baby is. With that, we can get somewhere, even before going back to do the DNA.”Her tone didn’t waver. There was no tremor, no hesitation, nothing to suggest she doubted a single word. The certainty in her eyes made my chest tighten, and I couldn’t explain why. It wasn’t just her words that rattled me, it was the way she wore them, like a crown she refused to set down.I shook my head, rubbing the back of my neck. “Nonna, can you just spare me this embarrassment? It’s no longer funny. You’re even making Mia here feel… uncomfortable.”My voice hardened on that last word, because the truth was, I was the one squirming. She was dragging Mia into a scene I didn’t want her in.I turned to Mia, expecting her to la