I claimed him the second I saw him. Macon. The devilish, lanky limbed nineteen-year-old who serves me espresso ice cream with chocolate hearts in it at the ice cream parlor. Bratty, not-so-innocent Macon. His eyes roaming over my bulging muscles and tattoos as he stumbles over his words while taking my order. Macon doesn't know it yet, but he's mine. My angel. My boy. My everything. Macon needs me in his life. To hold him. To protect him. To give him his favorite unicorn stuffy while he sleeps at night. To put a bullet in his good-for-nothing ex's skull. I'm a savage killer in the Russian mob. But I don't care. Macon needs a Daddy... And that Daddy is going to be me. Warning: Not for those who don't like sexy Russian hitmen, sweet boys with a hankering for unicorn stuffies, loads of steamy Daddy times, a ex-boyfriend who gets what he deserves, extra heapings of snark, and a super-sweet, give-me-all-the-warm-fuzzies guaranteed HEA!