Their Hidden Heir (The House of Salvatoro #2)

Three men. One family. A baby none of them will ask about.

The Cortesis burned our last safe house to the ground. I’m three months pregnant in a family that’s supposed to have eyes on every leak in the city — and somehow Vittorio Cortesi found out about the baby before I found the nerve to tell the fathers.

Because that’s the other problem. There are three of them, and not one of the men who love me has asked whose blood this child carries. They’ve just started acting like the answer is all of them.

Dante wants to end the war before I’m too far along to run.

Matteo wants me disappeared somewhere even our own family can’t find me.

Cole just wants to be in the room the day I stop pretending I’m not terrified — of the Cortesis, of motherhood, of how easy it was to stop needing just one man to be the father.

When I trace the leak myself — not to the men sworn to protect me, but to a woman selling proof of my own pregnancy to the highest bidder in a war I didn’t start — it’s my evidence that ends her, the same way it ended the first threat against us. Nobody rescues me. I don’t need them to.

What I need is for the three men signing their names to a birth certificate that doesn’t ask which one of them earned the right to be on it.