I never expected to see him again after that snowy night in Michigan.

The dangerous lawyer who tied me up.

Then touched me in ways that made me forget he was my future father-in-laws son.

Now Im carrying his triplets.

Standing in the Nardone familys glittering Christmas ballroom, my hand shields my still-flat stomach.

Niccolo strides toward me with murder in his eyes.

He knows.

The pregnancy test wasnt supposed to show three little heartbeats.

Because Nic isnt just the brooding son anymore – hes the new Don of New York.

And hes just learned his fathers young bride is carrying his heirs.

His breath burns hot against my neck as he pushes me against the wall.

Youre mine now, Bella. No one else will ever touch you.

My body betrays me, remembering his touch from that night.

As bullets tear through the holiday lights, I learn the truth:

Theres one rule in the mafia that even a Don cant break:

Never steal your fathers bride.