When the Mafia Begged to Be Mine

Helen is a 45-year-old nurse. Her daughter Mia has leukemia, and the medical bills are crushing. When a house-call job lands in her lap—testing a mob boss's potency for good pay—she takes it. The patient is Vincent Moretti, a Mafia boss with erectile dysfunction. Every previous exam failed. Helen is the first to get a rise out of him. He offers a million for one night. She bargains him down to five hundred thousand. She tells herself it's for Mia.

The surgery money isn't enough. Mia has no matching bone marrow donor. The only alternative is a cord blood transplant from a newborn sibling. Helen would need to be pregnant and deliver. Three months later, a test confirms it: she's carrying Vincent's child. She tells no one. This baby is Mia's only shot.

Vincent's men spot her at the hospital. He runs her prenatal records. The child is his. The Moretti family has an heir. He sets out to find her. Someone else gets there first. Jeff, the abusive ex-husband Helen divorced fifteen years ago, breaks into her home. He needs half a million to pay off a casino debt. He sees she's pregnant, calls the child a bastard, and demands she call the father to bring a million in ransom. When she refuses, he decides to kill her and the baby himself.

Jeff has Helen pinned, a knife at the ready. The phone rings. Vincent. Jeff doesn't believe it's the real Mafia boss. He laughs. "If you're Vincent Moretti, I'm the damn president." Vincent's voice comes through cold and final. How dare he lay hands on his woman. Jeff is a dead man. Vincent's crew races toward the house. Jeff drags Helen, determined to take her down with him. She shouts the truth. She's carrying Vincent's baby. Jeff doesn't believe that either. He doesn't know that the Moretti heir is the one thing no one threatens and survives.