The Mafia’s Quintuplets

Cold eyes. Quiet power. A presence that made the whole room stop.

He said his name was Maxim.

That was the first lie.

He bought me a drink. He danced with me.

He kissed me like I was already his.

And I let him.

I thought it would end there, as one reckless night with a stranger.

Until he showed up again.

Not as a one-night mystery,

But as a brutal Bravtva boss with a billion-dollar empire.

I told myself I’d never fall for him again.

Then I found out I was pregnant.

Not with one baby.

Not even twins.

…or triplets.

…or quadruplets.

But five of his babies.

Quintuplets!

And he’s still completely obsessed with me.