D.C Nightwolf
The safest cage is still a prison.
In the blood-soaked underworld of Saint Petersburg, Danika Voronin has spent twenty-three years as her father’s golden trophy—beautiful, watched, and never free. When an anonymous hit lands on her head, the city’s most ruthless mafia don slams the gates shut and assigns her a new shadow: Kazimir.
He is cold. Massive. Unmoved by her sharp tongue and prettier rebellions. He anticipates every escape, erases threats with terrifying speed, and watches her with an intensity that feels less like duty than hunger. Late-night inches become stolen heat. Every glance is a death sentence. Every touch is treason.
Then Danika finds the encrypted files in his private vault, and the world splits.
Kazimir is not a hired gun. He is the last heir of the rival bloodline her father butchered. He did not take this post to protect the Voronins. He took it to burn them from the inside and put a bullet in her father.
Except the killer fell in love with his mark.
Now a traitor is carving a coup from the shadows, and the man who was supposed to end her life is the only thing standing between her and a grave. The bedroom door no longer stays locked after midnight. The gun outside it has already chosen treason.
Danika has one choice left: is the man holding the gun her ruin… or the only salvation she will ever want?
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