Being entrusted with the role of a mafia boss's personal bodyguard was already a daunting assignment. Now, being tasked with guarding him while carrying his child – it seemed almost inconceivable. Luciano smirked, a lethal glint in his eyes as he questioned, "Really?" His eyebrow arched, and as he stepped closer to me, each deliberate move echoed through the dimly lit room. Despite not having seen him in three long years, his attractiveness had only intensified. "I'll ask you again," he whispered, leaning in, his voice low and intense. Determined not to let his allure sway me, I maintained my composure. "Is the baby mine?" I firmly shook my head. "Certainly not." His jaw clenched, and he glanced away for a moment before bringing his face even nearer, his warm breath teasing my lips. I held my breath, captivated by the seductive gesture. "Then, who is the father?" he pressed. I placed my hands gently on his broad chest and pushed him back. "Why are you so curious? What would you do if you found out?" Luciano tilted his head, still smirking. "I assure you, I'd make that man pay."
