Rent an Enforcer

I might not do high winds. Or turtles. Or straws. Or mullets… definitely not those.

But a terrifying, tattooed mafia enforcer? Apparently that’s fine.
I ran from a creep straight into Tristan’s chest, begged him to pretend to be my boyfriend, and somehow ended up with his arm around me while he threatened to gouge the guy’s eyes out. He walked me home, met my emotional-support bunny, and kissed me like he’d already decided I was his.

Two days later his black SUV was still outside my building.
Red flags? Sure.
Did I get in the car anyway? Absolutely.

I’m scared of everything except the most dangerous man I’ve ever met.
And somehow, that feels exactly right.

This is a dark and spicy romcom standalone ending in a happily ever after.
Tropes and Triggers: Dark Rom-Com, Mafia Romance, a tiny bit of Stalking, and a lot of dirty talk!