Mafia Marriages

I’m ordered to execute her… I never expected to see her again. We shared one wild night several years ago. She had no idea that I work for the mafia. I’m a savage, ruthless killer, but she’s innocent. She saves lives. I take them. She’s a pediatric oncology nurse. Could she be any more of a saint? She entered the wrong hotel room. There can’t be any witnesses. My boss wants her dead. Her life is in my hands. I intend to make her my wife to protect her. She’ll hate me but at least I can keep her safe.

Billionaire seeks surrogate. She has a debt to repay, and I have a need…for a child. It is strictly a business transaction, nothing more. After the baby is born, I’ll never see her again. But bringing her into my home is a mistake. It could cost me everything. She’s curious. Sassy. And the biggest test to my patience. How can I handle a child if I can’t handle her under my roof? It doesn’t help that her hormones are raging and she wants to murder me in my sleep. I’m not that bad of a guy, I only run the mafia. And she can never find out.

I murdered my boss and stole his throne. He made me the beast that I am, and I made him pay the price. But there’s a girl that I want beside me while I rule the city. The only problem is she’s Russian, and the little sister of my enemy. She’s innocent, naive, and has no idea what I intend to do to her family.