Too late.
The boutique doors suddenly opened again.
One of Luca’s security men entered quickly before stopping near him.
“Boss.”
Luca didn’t look away from me. “What?”
The bodyguard leaned closer and lowered his voice. But I still caught enough.
“Black sedan outside. Two men watching the building. Russian plates.”
Every muscle in Luca’s body hardened instantly.
Vanessa’s composure vanished. “The Volkovs?”
My blood went cold.
The Volkov Bratva had been at war with the Morettis for almost a year before I disappeared. Violent. Unpredictable. Ruthless even by mafia standards.
Luca finally looked away from me toward his men. “How long?”
“Unknown.”
His gaze snapped back to my stomach.
And suddenly I understood something horrifying.
If the Volkovs had followed Luca here… And if they realized I was pregnant…
The baby instantly became valuable.
