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I fake-married a mafia hitman to protect my inheritance. I come from old money—The kind built on blood. When my father is murdered, my family doesn’t call the police. They send him. A single-dad enforcer with silver hair, inked hands, and eyes that don’t ask permission. The kind of man who decides what’s his—and never lets go. The rules are simple. Wear his ring. Let the world believe I belong to him. The lie is supposed to keep me alive. But his protection feels too good. His control feels too natural. And the way he looks at me says he’s not pretending at all. Only one thought cuts through the heat in my veins when he’s near: Run. Because this mafia daddy doesn’t protect what he doesn’t plan to keep. Dangerous. Possessive. HEA guaranteed—survival not.