My mafia protector just put a ring on it. Telling him no is not an option. I come from old money. Built on blood and buried bodies.
When my father is murdered, New York’s deadliest single daddy is brought in to protect me. The tension between us is instant. I can see it in his eyes—this is a possessive man.
The rules he gives me are simple. Pretend to be his fiancé so no one dares touch me. Pretend I don’t want him to claim every inch of my soul. His protection is addictive. His touch is dominating.
Only one word goes through my mind when he’s near. Run.
WARNING: This mafia daddy is possessive, but you’ll get your HEA.
