The Enforcer's Secret Baby: A Dark Mafia Enforcer Baby Romance: 4

One night. It doesn't mean I'm staying," I tell him, my palm flat over the queen inked across his fist. He doesn't blink. "It already means you came back. Then he lets me deal. Vadim Morozov married me to win his war. He lost it the second I ran. He came for the last casino on the Strip that bows to no one. Mine. Six-foot-three of Bratva silence. Cards inked on his knuckles. The most feared man between here and the coast. Four offers for my floor. I sent every one back. So he quit bidding and made me his wife. His ring, his tower, one rule. Nothing happens unless I ask for it. "I don't take," he says. "I wait. It's worse." I hated him for exactly one week. Then a body drops on my floor, killed with credentials cloned off my own tables. And the man I married baits a trap with my name. So I walked. Clean. Owing no one. But wait. I got a week and a state away before two pink lines called the bluff. Now I'm dealing dollar blackjack in a town I can't spell, carrying the one weight I can't set down, or sell, or slide across a felt table. 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... >If only going home to him means dealing our baby to the men who want every Morozov in the ground. A steamy, dark Bratva romance: secret baby, second-chance, forced marriage, and a conspiracy worth an empire. Standalone HEA. No cheating, no cliffhangers.