I left his tower with one bag and no forwarding address...
I made it a week and a state away...
Then two pink lines called my bluff.
Vadim Morozov married me to win his war.
He lost it the second I ran.
He came for the last casino on the Strip. Mine.
Cards inked over every knuckle.
Four offers, I sent back unsigned. So he made me his wife instead.
His ring. His tower. One rule: nothing unless I ask for it.
I hated him for a week, then a body dropped on my floor, killed with cloned credentials off my tables.
He baited the trap with my name.
So I ran. Clean, owing no one.
But wait.
Now I deal dollar blackjack in a town I can’t spell, carrying the weight I can’t set down.
His. The father who doesn’t know he’s a father.
The way he waited a week to earn the right to touch me...
The way he says solnyshko like a vow he never meant to spend...
This filthy-patient monster is the one hand I swore I’d never hold again.
Too bad going home means dealing our baby into an unfinished war.
THE ENFORCER’S SECRET BABY
is a steamy, dark Bratva standalone romance guaranteed to make you fall for the patient, possessive pakhan. No cheating, no cliffhangers, ultra-hot HEA guaranteed!
