The Mafia's Christmas Baby

Hiding a wounded stranger in an abandoned bakery is reckless.

Falling for him in the dark, dangerous quiet? Worse.

Getting pregnant by him?

The kind of mistake that changes everything.

He stumbled into my ER at midnight —

bleeding, furious, carved from shadows and loyalty.

A Riccari man.

The kind mothers warned their daughters about in hushed church pews.

I should’ve walked away.

Instead, I brought him to Uncle Sal’s shuttered bakery,

kept his secrets, stitched his wounds,

and let temptation taste like figs, heat, and whispered Italian.

Three nights. One white rose.

Then he disappeared like he never existed.

Until danger followed me home.

Now he’s back — bloodied, raging, unbreakable —

telling me the FBI knows my name,

and the mafia believes I’m his weakness.

I have a secret of my own…

one growing beneath my heart with every passing day.

A secret with his eyes. His legacy. His blood.

He swears he’ll protect me — that no man touches what’s his.

Not the feds. Not traitors. Not even the don he once would’ve died for.

But Christmas in Little Italy is never peaceful.

Loyalty cuts deep, love lights fuses, and empires bleed for both.

When the bells ring and the bullets stop,

will he stand with the family that built him…

or the one about to call him Daddy?