Say Daddy A Mafia Billionaire Romance - Shanna Handel
I believe that inside every strong woman is a little girl. One who longs to be cared for.
Protected, spoiled, cherished.
I’d go one step further to say that hiding within the heart of some women is a baby girl.
One who longs for a man—a big strong man who she knows she can always count on no matter what. One who would lay down his life to protect her. A man who will guide her and correct her.
And when she’s very naughty, take her over his knee and spank her.
Call it kink, call it taboo, call it what you will but it’s a power exchange older than time; a daddy and his baby girl.
Men like me have a deep yearning woven into the fibers of our being. When we find our baby girl, we want to be her protector and her hero.
We long to have her arms around our necks, whispering words of love and devotion. Her body tight against ours as we give her pleasure she didn’t know was possible. We want her adoration.
I want my girl to think I hung the moon in the night sky.
I want her to know that I’d do anything to bring a smile to her face.
I want my baby girl to know that everything I do, I do it for her.
I’ve finally found that girl. But my soul won’t be satisfied until I hear her say that one magical word.
Always the bridesmaid, never the bride. Hell—I didn’t even get to be a bridesmaid this time. Charlotte was whisked away from Bachman’s Jewelers and married so fast there wasn’t time to change my underwear before she became Mrs. Bachman.
Do I truly envy her—a young girl forced into marriage upon threat of death?
Because everything worth anything in this world is within the four walls of the Bachman family’s secret Village. It’s a hidden town right smack in the middle of New York City. The billionaire family runs the most powerful and secretive mafia in the world. And I have to find a way in.
Or die trying.
I know I am destined to be a wife in their prestigious, powerful mafia; a Bachman Beauty, as the women refer to themselves. There’s only one hang-up—a woman only gets to be a part of the family through marriage. And no man from the Bachman Brotherhood has shown me any interest.
I blame it on lack of exposure. Lucky to be hired four years ago as a counter girl for the Bachman family’s high end jewelry store, I’m grateful for my job, but there’s a shortage of eligible bachelors coming my way. The men I meet are already head over heels for the one woman they’ve come to buy bling for.
Maybe I should consider a different job.
The sound of the ding of the store’s bell, the one attached to the door—the same one that’s been ringing in my ear for four long years—rips me from my planning.
Rockland, the god of the mafia and the head of the Bachman family, fills the doorframe.
Dread weighs in my gut—I know exactly why he’s here.
He’s going to fire me.
Almost a year ago, out of the blue I got a phone call from an old high school friend, Charlotte Greene. Desperate to get within the walls of the Village to surprise her lifelong crush, a man she knew from her small hometown, she asked me to help her.
I used my keycard to unlock the back door to the shop, but that’s as far as I could get her. The stores on this block all belong to the Bachmans, and all have a gate behind them that you have to have a fingerprint code to open. That leads to a second gate. Charlotte had some insane plan to get in, but was caught by guards in the process.
She was lucky they didn’t kill her—instead they gave Eli, the man she was stalking, an ultimatum.
Marry Charlotte and make her one of us. Or she will never truly be safe.
It all worked out in the end when she and Eli wed in secret, then months later, Eli grew to love Charlotte as much as she did him. My friend secured herself a pretty little happily ever after in the process, but that doesn’t let me off the hook.
I stand straighter, swallowing down my nerves. “Good morning, Mr. Bachman. How may I help you?”
He gives me a short nod. “Victoria, I’ll make this quick.”
It’s only when I hear the terseness in his voice that I realize today is the day I’ve