Being assigned to be the personal bodyguard of a gang boss is not easy in itself. Do you want to be a bodyguard and carry his child at the same time? Simply impossible. "The child is not yours." Luciano sneered, with a trace of murderous intent flashing in his eyes. "Really?" He raised an eyebrow and stepped closer to me, each step making the dark room echo. Seeing him, I couldn't help but gasp. We haven't seen him for three years, why do you feel like he's sexier than before? "I'll ask you again," he said, leaning closer to my face. I held my head high, determined not to succumb to his charm. "Is he mine?" I shook my head. "Definitely not yours." He raised his chin, looked sideways, and then brought his face closer, his hot breath spraying on my lips. I held my breath, watching the seductive movement of his lips. "Whose bastard does this kid belong to?" I put my hands on his chest and gently pushed him away. "What? What can you do if you know?" He tilted his head and sneered. "I'm going to kill that bastard."
