Hitman’s Pet (Book 2): A Knife to the Heart Hitman Romance, #2

By Heather West

This is book 2 of A Knife to the Heart Hitman Romance trilogy. Book 3 is available everywhere now!

Buying her was wrong. But I did it anyways.

A good man might have let her go.

But I'm not a good man – I'm a hitman.

So I'm going to do what only a very bad man would do:

Chain her down and break her.

MAGGIE

I always thought I'd be scared when I hit rock bottom.

But now that I'm finally here, all I feel is…

Nothing.

Empty.

Numb.

But there's no denying that things are as bad as they could possibly be.

I'm out on the streets in the middle of the winter.

Dumped and kicked out by an abusive, scumbag, drug-dealing boyfriend.

No money. No friends. No hope.

And then – somehow, someway – things get even worse.

BLADE

Have you ever been unable to stop yourself from doing something?

Like your body is moving without you controlling it?

Your mouth is saying things without your consent?

That's what I felt that night.

Like an out-of-body experience.

Maybe it was fate.

Maybe it was karma.

Or maybe it was the fact that the girl on the stage was the most perfect thing I'd ever laid eyes on.

In all my time running the auctions, I'd never once intervened.

The men around me who bought the girls on display were pigs, animals, savages.

But with one raised hand, one fist full of cash…

I became one of them.

I still don't know what came over me.

But now that I'm here, alone with her, with not a stitch of clothing to keep my hands off her glowing skin…

I'm glad I did it.

I'm glad I bought her.

Because even though she's perfect and flawless, innocent and pure…

I'm about to break her to pieces.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Sopris Page Press
• Release date: May 22, 2019
• ISBN: 9781393194408

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Hitman’s Pet: A Mafia Hitman Romance (Book 2)

By Heather West

Buying her was wrong. But I did it anyways.

A GOOD MAN MIGHT HAVE let her go.

But I’m not a good man – I’m a hitman.

So I’m going to do what only a very bad man would do:

Chain her down and break her.

MAGGIE

I always thought I’d be scared when I hit rock bottom.

But now that I’m finally here, all I feel is...

Nothing.

Empty.

Numb.

But there’s no denying that things are as bad as they could possibly be.

I’m out on the streets in the middle of the winter.

Dumped and kicked out by an abusive, scumbag, drug-dealing boyfriend.

No money. No friends. No hope.

And then – somehow, someway – things get even worse.

BLADE

Have you ever been unable to stop yourself from doing something?

Like your body is moving without you controlling it?

Your mouth is saying things without your consent?

That’s what I felt that night.

Like an out-of-body experience.

Maybe it was fate.

Maybe it was karma.

Or maybe it was the fact that the girl on the stage was the most perfect thing I’d ever laid eyes on.

In all my time running the auctions, I’d never once intervened.

The men around me who bought the girls on display were pigs, animals, savages.

But with one raised hand, one fist full of cash...

I became one of them.

I still don’t know what came over me.

But now that I’m here, alone with her, with not a stitch of clothing to keep my hands off her glowing skin...

I’m glad I did it.

I’m glad I bought her.

Because even though she’s perfect and flawless, innocent and pure...

I’m about to break her to pieces.

Chapter 1

Maggie

B lade?

I jerked awake in the bed as his name flew from my lips. I looked around the room and ran my hands across the covers next to me. He was gone. The room and the bed were both empty. I didn’t panic. It was no different from any other time I’d woken up to find myself alone in a hotel room or some dude’s bedroom from the night before.

The strange part was what I had seen that night, leading into the morning, had actually started to convince me Blade was one of the good guys. Apparently, no matter how good he was, he was still just a guy. No better than any of the rest.

I thought I’d heard him come back a few minutes after the police had taken him downstairs, but I couldn’t remember too clearly.

I looked at the window facing out of the room. Good, it’s still daylight, I mused to myself. I need to figure out how I’m going to get out of here.

I slid out of bed, still naked, and pulled on my clothes from where I’d left them on the floor. There was still time in the day to figure out where to go. I didn’t want to impose. I didn’t want him to worry about me. I certainly didn’t want to get stuck in another dead-end relationship with another man who was just going to use me for my body. I wasn’t going to be convenient for anyone. I was going to be me and I was going to be ever-present in someone’s life, or not in it at all.

I poked my head out of the room and looked up and down the hall. Giving myself the all-clear, I walked down to the staircase. It was time to plot my escape, time to get away. Blade seemed like a good guy, and I made a million excuses in my head for what I was doing, but it all boiled down to the fact I just wanted to get away. I had started running from Axel, and I didn’t want to stop just because I’d found another guy who was nice in the beginning.

Hey, you’re the girl Blade brought back with him last night, a voice said behind me. I turned around and saw a woman with tan skin and frizzy black hair. She wore black eyeliner, a thin T-shirt that exposed her midriff, a black leather vest without any of the MC’s colors, and skin tight blue jeans. She held a cigarette between two long, thin fingers. It wasn’t lit, but she held it like it was.

I froze. I didn’t know what to say. I didn’t know what was okay to say.

Relax, hun. I won’t bite. You’re not my type. What’s your name? she asked in a rough voice that told me she’d spent a lot of time with these guys.

Maggie, I said cautiously.

Nice to meet you, Maggie. Name’s Bre, she said. I’m Bean’s old lady.

Who the hell is Bean? I wanted to ask her. I didn’t really need to know. I was going to be out of there pretty soon.

You lookin’ for Blade? she continued, like it didn’t faze her at all that I wasn’t answering her questions.

Yeah, I was just about to go downstairs to see if he was down there, I lied.

He ran off a little while ago, after the cops left. Said he had something to handle, Bre told me.

Did he say how long he was going to be? I asked.

Honey, I’m lucky he told me anything. I just happened to be hanging out in the hallway when he got off the phone.

Off the phone? I asked, mostly to myself.

Don’t be one of those girls, getting jealous of every person he talks to. You’ll go crazy. These guys live free, baby. You want to keep one of them faithful, you gotta keep up with him. You can’t be sleepin’ all day and expect one of the Marauders to just hang around waiting on you, Bre explained.

I see, I said, nodding. I was thinking about what that phone call must have been about. I wondered if someone from the auction was looking for me since he’d taken me away the way he did.

Besides, it sounded like it was business anyway, so don’t sweat it, honey.

I smiled. I wasn’t sweating it the way she thought I was. Something was wrong, and that realization added yet another item to the growing list of reasons why I wanted to leave. Bre was on that list, too.

So, how’d you two meet? I haven’t seen you around before.

My breath caught in my chest when she started probing. I decided to use Blade’s story from earlier. We met at the club. He helped me when someone jacked my purse.

That must have been some kind of help he put on you this morning. She smiled as she looked me up and down.

I wondered what she meant from that, or how she knew what had happened in the room that morning after we’d come back from the children’s home.

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