TRAPPED WITH THE MAFIA BOSS
He was never letting either of them out of his sight again.
He was small, too small, but strong, his tiny chest rising and falling, his little fingers twitching in reflex.
“He’s beautiful, Elena,” Jeremy whispered, his voice thick with emotion, raw in a way that stripped him of everything but truth.
She smiled weakly, exhaustion pulling at her, but the warmth in her eyes was undeniable.
“What do we call him?” she murmured.
Jeremy’s jaw clenched, his throat tight.
“JJ,” he said softly. “Jeremy Junior.”
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