Enforcer Daddy

All I did was steal the wrong wallet.

Now a Russian enforcer is keeping me locked in his penthouse.

One pickpocket job. That’s all it was supposed to be. But the mob boss whose wallet I lifted? He wants me dead—and my freaky mismatched eyes make me easy to find.

So when Dmitry Volkov catches me hiding in his storage unit, I expect a bullet.

Instead, this massive, scarred enforcer saves me from my attackers. Then he takes me home. Tells me I’m safe now. That he’ll protect me.

But protection comes with rules. Structure. Punishments when I break them.

And the way he looks at me—like I’m something precious he needs to fix…

It hurts.

I’ve survived on the streets for years. I don’t need saving.

So why does his rough voice calling me “little one” make me want to surrender everything?