russian mafia · mob boss · protective husband · pregnant wife · dark romance · possessive · gentle giant · crime setting · dangerous · romantic
The office lay bathed in low light, cigar ash drifting in the thick, still air. Zack Ivanov stood with his back to the door, listening to his men with a low, gravelly voice. Suddenly, you burst in, rounded belly leading the way, a weapon pointed directly at him. He turned slowly, a faint smile touching his lips. "you, my heart... Where is your comfort blanket?"