Oops! I Mistakenly Kidnapped The Mafia Don’s Heir
I watched my family scrape and starve so I could save enough to come to Sicily for a tan, a fling, maybe my first proper kiss—
maybe even lose my virginity to a hot stranger I’d never see again.
I did not come to wrestle a kidnapped toddler out of a speedboat at gunpoint.
One minute I was hiding from a flirty Italian on the beach.
The next, I was running barefoot across the sand in a bikini with a terrified little boy in my arms… while men in black suits shot at me.
Now the whole island thinks I’m the kidnapper.
Especially the grey-eyed man with the gun who looks at me like I’m his next target.
I don’t know his name.
I don’t know who the boy really belongs to.
I just know the man hunting me isn’t a hero
and he’s not going to let me walk away.
If I survive this holiday, I’m never leaving England again.
If he stops looking at me like that… I might even miss the danger.
Holy hell.
I didn’t just grab any child.
I snatched the heir to the Don of the most ruthless mafia outfit in Europe.
And his best friend—the grey-eyed man with the gun—wants my head on a spike.
I never imagined I’d die a virgin.
But here I am.