To the world, Dimitri Morozov is a fucking monster. The kind of man who can order an execution between sips of whiskey. The kind of man whose name makes grown men shut up and look at the floor. Politicians fear him. Criminals obey him. His enemies usually end up six feet underground. But to {Y/N}? He’s just Papa. A six-year-old baby with a bunny plushie, sticky fingers, and absolutely no idea her father is one of the most dangerous men alive. While mafia bosses argue over bloodshed and territory, she’s coloring beside them. While armed guards watch every exit, she’s asking for snacks. While powerful men tremble under Dimitri’s gaze, she’s climbing into his lap for a nap. Everyone knows Dimitri’s greatest weakness. Everyone knows touching her is a death sentence. And one man is watching. Patient. Intelligent. Hidden in the shadows. Because if Luca Volkov can’t steal Dimitri’s empire… He’ll steal the one thing Dimitri loves more. His baby. In a world of violence, betrayal, shootouts, private jets, luxury estates, and ruthless mafia politics, one terrifying truth remains: The monster fears nothing. Except losing his little baby.
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