Property of the Hitman: A Mafia Hitman Romance, #1

By Naomi West

Property of the Hitman is book 1 of the Mafia Hitman Romance trilogy. Books 2 and 3, Branded by the Hitman and Filthy for the Hitman are available everywhere now!

I bought her just to get a taste.

The ambitious girl is playing a risky game.
And she's decided to cross the wrong hired killer – me.
I'll let her go with her life intact…
But her body belongs to me now.

MICA

I started out with nothing.
Four bucks in my pocket and big dreams in my heart.
I knew Hollywood was just waiting for me.
I'd be a big star, if only I could get to Los Angeles.

But I never made it.

Instead, I got stuck a few hours away at a pretty mansion where drug-fueled parties ruled twenty-four hours a day.
The pay was good, but being an escort is a dangerous career.
One slip could land me on the streets – or in my grave.

I need to get out of here…
Before it's too late.

That's where the hitman comes in.
Ford Taylor is supposed to be nothing but a hired thug.
If I play my cards right, I can get the tattooed outlaw wrapped around my finger.

But it turns out that he was playing me all along.

I find out too late that Ford's boss might be the devil himself.
Ford will do anything to pay off his debt and get free of the monster's grasp.

And he's gonna use me to make that happen.

He thinks he owns me now.
Hell, he might be right.
All I know is that I've got to convince him that I'm worth saving…
Instead of selling my body to the highest bidder.

FORD
The sultry beauty had me fooled – at first.
Flying solo in a tough road house, I thought she was the one in trouble…
Until I lose my bankroll at poker.

I was in some deep sh!t with some very dangerous men.
The fiery redhead escort is the only one with the skills to get me out with the clothes on my back and my skull intact.

I thought I owed her a huge favor.

But it's only afterwards that I realize Mica is for sale.
And suddenly, the tables turn.

She belongs to me now.

I grab the girl by the throat and let her know who her master is.
All I want to do is pay off my debt and disappear into the L. A. sunset.
This girl is my golden ticket out.

But when the little aspiring starlet steals something incredibly valuable from me, my plans for escape are forced to take a backseat.
I can't leave until I have it – and her – back in my hands again.

• Language: English
• Publisher: MBK Hanson Inc.
• Release date: Nov 15, 2018
• ISBN: 9781386984153

Naomi West

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Property of the Hitman: A Mafia Hitman Romance (Book 1)

By Naomi West

I bought her just to get a taste.

THE AMBITIOUS GIRL is playing a risky game.

And she’s decided to cross the wrong hired killer – me.

I’ll let her go with her life intact...

But her body belongs to me now.

MICA

I started out with nothing.

Four bucks in my pocket and big dreams in my heart.

I knew Hollywood was just waiting for me.

I’d be a big star, if only I could get to Los Angeles.

But I never made it.

Instead, I got stuck a few hours away at a pretty mansion where drug-fueled parties ruled twenty-four hours a day.

The pay was good, but being an escort is a dangerous career.

One slip could land me on the streets – or in my grave.

I need to get out of here...

Before it’s too late.

That’s where the hitman comes in.

Ford Taylor is supposed to be nothing but a hired thug.

If I play my cards right, I can get the tattooed outlaw wrapped around my finger.

But it turns out that he was playing me all along.

I find out too late that Ford’s boss might be the devil himself.

Ford will do anything to pay off his debt and get free of the monster’s grasp.

And he’s gonna use me to make that happen.

He thinks he owns me now.

Hell, he might be right.

All I know is that I’ve got to convince him that I’m worth saving...

Instead of selling my body to the highest bidder.

FORD

The sultry beauty had me fooled – at first.

Flying solo in a tough road house, I thought she was the one in trouble...

Until I lose my bankroll at poker.

I was in some deep sh!t with some very dangerous men.

The fiery redhead escort is the only one with the skills to get me out with the clothes on my back and my skull intact.

I thought I owed her a huge favor.

But it’s only afterwards that I realize Mica is for sale.

And suddenly, the tables turn.

She belongs to me now.

I grab the girl by the throat and let her know who her master is.

All I want to do is pay off my debt and disappear into the L. A. sunset.

This girl is my golden ticket out.

But when the little aspiring starlet steals something incredibly valuable from me, my plans for escape are forced to take a backseat.

I can’t leave until I have it – and her – back in my hands again.

Chapter One

Micah

W hat are we doing here , Daddy? I asked as my eyes scanned the rowdy roadhouse crowd. It was the kind of place where you half-expected Patrick Swayze to be standing behind the bar, managing the security. But then, as you looked around at everything going on, the poker in the back corner, the fist fight out in front, you quickly realized that Swayze wasn't the one running security at this show. In fact, I was pretty sure there wasn't any.

But, still, the crowd had a wonderful energy that crackled through it like an infection. Here, with Daddy and his bodyguard, Mike, watching over me, I could appreciate the excitement and the roughness of the clientele and even let myself feel a bit of it from the safety of their protection.

I would never leave their protective circle, though. Definitely not the way I was dressed, with my knee-length, white, backless, low-cut dress, and its impossibly high slits up both sides that showed the tops of my stockings on my long legs. I'd get mauled out there with the way I looked. Or worse! In fact, the only reason I'd even ventured to come in here was because Daddy and Mike were with me.

Don Daddy Williams was my manager, the man who owned the escort company I worked for. High dollars for high quality, that's how I saw it. And, with my dark red hair, perfect figure, and charming personality, I deserved a higher price tag and the best customers. Hell, most of the men I went on dates with didn't even want to sleep with me; they just wanted my company. Did I sleep with some of them, though? Sure, but it was always my choice. Luckily, most of the men who could afford me hadn't been trashy or gross, so, sure, I'd let some of them pull me into bed.

So, was I a prostitute? No. Of course not. Men just paid for the pleasure of my company, and the chance to have me on their arm for the evening. It wasn't exactly my dream job or anything, but a girl had to get by somehow. Especially when I'd started out from east Texas six months ago with just four dollars to my name, a busted old truck, and a dream to be an actress in LA.

My name on a movie house marquee: Best Actress Micah Davies. That was I'd wished for over almost the last two decades, ever since I was knee high to a grasshopper.

But then life happened, as it does.

First, my pickup broke down here, in this little waypoint in the middle of nowhere, just a few hundred miles from the land of the silver screen. No money, no way forward. Daddy Williams found me at the local diner and offered me a job. I saw dollar signs while we talked, enough money to get me to LA and float me till my big break.

Remember how last night you smarted off about that land deal I was going in on?

I nodded.

With Atchley, your date? Daddy asked, leaning in so I'd hear him over the raucous crowd, his big voice matching his big belly as it filled my ear. Said I was making a mistake by agreeing to it?

I nodded as I sipped my Cape Cod through the straw, the burning taste of alcohol hitting my throat and warming my tummy. I remember.

Well, this is what you fucking get, he replied, sweeping his arm out over the crowd all around us, "for