Claimed by the Enforcer (Chicago Reapers #1)

The most feared man in hockey just found his son.

One morning, I’m just a mom at a skating lesson.

The next, the Reapers’ enforcer is crouched in front of my three-year-old, doing the math.

Then Marcus Kovalenko looks up.

Storm-gray eyes that don’t miss a thing.

Six-foot-three of controlled violence.

A reputation built on never letting anyone close.

He finds our son’s eyes before he finds my face.

Now I’m back in his world of empty rinks at dawn and ruthless contracts, where his silence is a weapon, his word is law, and one look at Luca brands us both as his.

Then his agent tries to bury us.

The secret kid isn’t a liability to Marcus.

He’s the only thing that’s ever mattered more than the game.

"The whether is not on the table."

If the story leaks, they won’t just print it—

they’ll try to cost my son a father before he’s ever had one.

Because I’m not just the woman he walked away from.

I’m the reason the wall he built his whole life around just came down.

A full-length standalone secret-baby hockey romance. Guaranteed HEA, no cheating, no cliffhangers.