Twins for the Mafia: A Surprise Pregnancy Mafia Romance

One minute I’m photographing the glistening streets of Paris. The next, I’m in an exclusive underground club getting cornered by a drunk VIP, and a tall, lethal stranger with gray-blue eyes steps in like he owns the air I breathe.
Emil Chernov is the kind of man you don’t flirt with. You don’t touch. You don’t accidentally follow into a bathroom when your common sense takes a smoke break.
I do all three.
We don’t exchange numbers. We exchange body heat, bad decisions, and a memory that follows me through Paris like it has claws.
Then I run into him again in the catacombs… right as I stumble into something I was never supposed to see.
Suddenly, my camera isn’t just a camera. My face isn’t just my face. And my “one-night mistake” isn’t just a memory.
Because the Russian mafia doesn’t do casual. They do possession.
Emil drags me into a safehouse I’m not allowed to leave, calls it protection, and acts like he hates every second of it.
We fight. We burn. We keep colliding like it’s the only way we know how to breathe.
And then I find out the real problem.
I’m pregnant.
With twins.
And the only man who can keep me alive is the same man who might ruin me in every possible way.
Now a rival network is hunting “the American photographer,” and I’m trapped between the city’s darkest tunnels and Emil’s brutal need to keep me under his control.
And when someone tries to take me?
He proves exactly how far he’ll go to claim me.