I'm pregnant with the devil's baby—
And it's going to be the death of me.
What's a girl to do?
He's muscle-bound. Iron-willed. Dimpled.
The Irish enforcer takes what he wants.
And he wants me.
As if I can resist...
... But how I wish I had.
Before I can even blink, he's gone;
Replaced by chaos and a cursed gift.
The Russian Bratva. The Italian Mafia.
They all want the Irishman's blood.
But he's nowhere to be found.
I guess I'm the next best thing.
Because suddenly, the entire underworld is after me.
Looks like my fallen angel isn't done with me yet.
They say love is blind. But I know better now.
Love isn't blind at all. It's just dark as hell.