His Killing Princess

By April Zyon

Antonio Bruno always knew that secrets and death were a part of the life he chose, so he never intended to fall in love with Emily Reynolds, a woman who embodies innocence. He attempts to shield her from his life as second in command of the Italian Mob, but sometimes the best-laid plans can come apart at the seams.
Emily is no stranger to secrets herself. One thing she’s always been truthful about is how much she loves Tony. When a home invasion steals her from his life, one twisted lie turns into another, pitting these two lovers against one another.

Despite the odds, there’s a chance Tony and Emily can fight to save their relationship. That's if they aren’t killed in the process of finding the traitor in the midst of the Italian Mafia. Can these star-crossed lovers weed through all of the deception? And how far are they willing to go to be together?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Evernight Publishing
• Release date: Mar 14, 2017
• ISBN: 9781773392127

April Zyon

Having been a lover of the written word all her life April has always wanted to expand her horizons and write something that could be shared with the world. Only one thing held April back, the fact that the letters and numbers mixed and jumbled more often than not. Diagnosed with Dyslexia when she was eight years old April had to work her butt off just to be able to keep up with the other kids in reading and writing, so her love for fictional writing was tossed to the wayside for the moment. Time marched on, as it always does, and she forgot her childhood dream of becoming an author and instead focused on what she had to – creating a career for herself. As the endless waves of time passed the shores became less rocky and more sandy, a place where she could find an even foot. That and Microsoft invented Word. Hallelujah. This is where April began her journey into the written world, the world that her imagination had been ceaselessly creating for her entire adult life. Now she has been given a chance to let her literary wings unfold and fly, thanks to the amazing publishers with Evernight Publishing and Secret Cravings Publishing. Now its time to let the dream take flight and watch it soar! What do I write? Fantastic question. I’m an author of erotic romance with flair. I love to create new worlds, love to make strong Alpha heroes and loving feminine characters that make these bad boy Alpha’s want to love them.

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Copyright© 2017 April Zyon

ISBN: 978-1-77339-212-7

Cover Artist: Jay Aheer

Editor: Melissa Hosack

ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

WARNING: The unauthorized reproduction or distribution of this copyrighted work is illegal. No part of this book may be used or reproduced electronically or in print without written permission, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in reviews.

This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, and places are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

DEDICATION

To my editor, thank you for making this book shine and sparkle like the stars in the sky! You are remarkable and I am very thankful for you. To my readers, I love you all and hope you enjoy the story as much as I enjoyed writing it.

HIS KILLING PRINCESS

Family First, 2

April Zyon

Copyright © 2017

Chapter One

Emily Maximillian was a woman of many different talents. There were facets of her life that no one would ever believe and ones she would never allow anyone else in on. Emily had secrets, ones she kept to protect herself, some even from herself.

Her life started just like everyone else’s. She had a mom, dad, and even had an older brother and baby sister. She had a fabulous life until someone came and stole it all from her when she was only five years old. All that had been left were her and her father. She had clung to him just as he had to her, and that’s when she learned his biggest secret ever. After he revealed that secret, she suddenly had a much larger family of sorts, men that took her in and helped her broken father raise her as best that they could.

Emily had been taught his trade from practically the moment her mother and siblings were put into the ground because it had been a rival of her father’s that had somehow figured out his identity and came after them all. Her father, however, ensured the man paid for his transgressions against the family and from that moment on taught Emily how to be a ghost and how to be the very best at what he did and what she would do one day as well.

Emily thought of her past a lot since meeting Tony, a man she had lost her heart to because she realized she needed to tell him her secrets. If she were going to have a life with the man she loved that meant that she was going to have to bare her soul to him or she would never have another moment of peace, that, and he would never understand her need for frequent out of town business trips.

Emily sighed and leaned her head back against the leather seat of her Lexus and closed her eyes for the barest of moments. That’s when it all came out, and the memories rushed over her. The thoughts of her father and all that he had taught her. In those moments, she found her focus and then began.

Getting out of the car with smooth efficiency, she walked up to the church steps with her large hat in place and oversized glasses on her nose as well. She knew that her mask was complete and none would ever be able to penetrate. It was a Guild created mask, flawless and utterly perfect. She doubted even Tony would be able to identify her today.

Gracefully, the petite woman walked into the large church, pausing long enough to dip the forefingers of her right hand into the blessed water at the vessel at the front. With her head bowed, she whispered, In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirt. Amen. Lifting her head, she walked to the confessionals and took the seat on her side.

She waited patiently for ten minutes until the small window between herself and Father McAlister slid open. She listened to him giving the blessing and when he asked for her sins, she smiled. Lifting her lipstick, she put it on and ensured that she looked perfect. Putting the tube back into her purse she pulled a small caliber weapon out with the silencer already in place. She spoke very quietly in a low and modulated tone meant to get the good Father’s attention.

Timothy Galion, Demetrius Salazar, Fredrick Hastings… Emily named off thirty-five more names before getting to the last one on the list. And Ian Flemmings. She could hear the heavy breathing of the man on the other side and could practically hear him trying to think of how to get out of the confessional. A confessional that she had rigged hours earlier to close behind him and lock, and remain locked.

I don’t know what you are talking about, daughter, the man finally said.

Oh, Father. Alright, well may he Forgive You, Father, for you have Sinned, and you have sinned grievously. The thirty-five boys I named before Ian couldn’t afford me. However, you erred severely by hurting Ian. There was one silent puff from the gun in her hand and the priest slumped over silently on his side of the confessional.

Shaking her head, she placed the weapon into a sealed silver bag and added the chemicals that would dissolve the special weapon and placed it onto bench she had just been sitting on.

Smiling, she left the confessional. She once again bowed and gave the sign of the cross. She left the church knowing that the Priest wouldn’t be found for at least half an hour. By then she would have ditched the Lexus, and she would be the real Emily once more. No one else would be the wiser.

Once in the car she pulled out her burner and sent off a message to the Flemmings. After she received a response from the father of the family and a confirmation ping on her iPad of the deposit into her bank account, she hummed a happy tune.

Breaking the burner phone into pieces, she dropped it into a bag she would drop into an incinerator on her way back to Tony’s place. She had never met with the father of the Irish Family, Ian Flemmings Sr, and that was a very good thing considering who she was currently dating.

She looked at the old-fashioned watch she always wore, a mechanical watch that had been upgraded to the nth degree by the tech wizards at the Guild. The watch itself was her father’s watch and something she never took off, ever. She shook herself out of thinking about her father and once more went back to thinking of the client she had just satisfied.

She never met face to face with her clients. It was all done via the Guild and Lucifer was fastidious about keeping her secrets. If anything, he was even more fastidious about keeping her hidden than she was. They vetted her clients to the T and ensured that her own personal code of kills was never broken. She would never take a case where a woman or child would be harmed. She would never kill an innocent man. She had to have irrefutable proof that the person she killed had done what they were accused of. If the man was a family man, she ensured that if the wife wasn’t involved in the crimes she was set up for life and didn’t pay for her husband’s corruptions. Emily might be a killer, but she wasn’t a monster.

Chapter Two

Emily and Antonio met by pure chance. She had been thinking of their meeting just as much as she had been thinking of their past, mostly because she was thinking of a future with him. She was thinking of a future with him because of another huge secret she was holding from him.

She sighed and closed her eyes. God, she had so much to tell him. She just prayed the man would understand. Then again, he was a killer as well, with a code as strong as her own. She lay in their bed and waited for him. As soon as he entered the room, all thoughts of telling him anything flew out the door and instead she knew he needed to simply forget. They had been together for five months, in that time they hadn’t used protection from the first moment they got together which brought her to the thoughts she was having about their futures now.

That was the thing about them sharing professions. She could read his body language better than he likely knew she could. Emily rose to her feet and walked to Tony. As she moved toward him, she stripped out of her negligée and stood before him in all her naked glory. She knew what he saw. Emily wasn’t shy about her body any longer. She now embraced her womanly attributes, and that was all thanks to Antonio.

She had scars, ones that couldn’t be hidden but had been explained away easily enough with the smallest of lies, ones she had hated to tell him and couldn’t wait to tell him the truth on. As he had told her before, her breasts were the size of ripe grapefruits, her skin a pale milk color, and her hair as red as fire. Or so he liked to tell her.

She moved to Tony silently and began to strip him of his clothes, loving the way her pale skin looked against his very dark skin. Sliding Tony’s shirt from his body, she scraped her nails over his beautifully toned six pack abs and looked up into his troubled eyes. Hard day? she asked while working on his pants.

She felt emboldened by this man. It was hard to imagine that before him she had been a virgin. She had killed a hundred horrible men but never had taken a lover. Tony had been intense, wonderful, and she had known from the moment she met him that he was the one for her.

You have no idea, sweetheart. Tony took her hand in his and shook his head. You know that is not how I play. He growled lightly at her and then leaned down, taking one of her nipples into his mouth and suckling hard. I do love being greeted at the door by you naked, however. From here out I think you should greet me like this when I come home, but only when I text you and tell you I’m coming home alone. I would hate to kill a friend who saw my woman naked.

She shivered. Had any other man demanded anything of