Rule #1: When mobs collide don’t get caught in the
crossfire. Unless … your baby daddy is working for your enemy.
Being the daughter of an Irish mob boss is hardly a walk in
Central Park.
All I want to do is bring some light to those in need. So treating the homeless at my nursing clinic feels right. That is until I’m kidnapped by one of my patients.
And guess what? He’s not homeless. He’s an ex-Navy SEAL working for my father’s archenemy. Owen might be twenty years older than me, but he’s undeniably HOT.
Being kidnapped by a Silver Fox mercenary is way better than the arranged marriage Da has planned for me.
But Owen is no Prince Charming. He's dangerous, rough, and secretive. And I think I've fallen for him.
Just when I thought the situation couldn’t get any more complicated, I was wrong.
How do I tell my kidnapper I’m carrying his child?
