"You're pregnant?" He asked quietly, green eyes shining through the darkening of the setting sun as he stood up, looking down at me, as powerful as ever. I swallowed under his harsh gaze, clenching my fists to conceal my shaky hands, fear spiking at my veins and spilling through my bones. "Yeah." I whispered, watching him drop his head back, a strong, tattooed hand reaching up to scrub across his face. New York's youngest ranked killer, and the daughter of the Greek Mafia Don.