Between Two Mafia Dons
Married to Don Victor for three years, I thought I could finally forget the pain and betrayal of my ex-husband, Dominic.
This cold, ruthless man ruled the East Coast underworld. But he handed me the world on a silver platter, healing my broken pieces.
Until late one night. Victor's underboss called, frantic, begging me to rush to Manhattan's top private hospital.
Victor and Dominic were in a standoff outside the maternity ward. Guns drawn, surrounded by their elite hitmen. They were inches away from sparking an all-out mob war.
And standing between them was my ex-best friend, Chloe. She was visibly pregnant.
The Commission's mediator slid a truce across the table. His expression was painfull
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