Hitman's Wife: A Bound to the Hitman Romance, #3

By Heather West

Hitman's Wife is book 3 and the finale of A Bound to the Hitman Romance trilogy!

I'LL GIVE HIM MY BODY IF IT WILL PROTECT MY BABY.

He had my name on his hit list.
But I couldn't leave my baby without a mother.
So I made him a deal:
Take my body. Leave my baby.
And to my horrified surprise… he accepted.

I always knew my ex was a crazy S.O.B.
But hiring an assassin to murder me in my sleep?
That's more than insane. That's downright evil.

But there's no stopping it now.
And when the hitman kicks down my door, I know I'll do whatever it takes to protect my little angel.

The only problem is, I have no bargaining chips.
Except for one thing…

My body.

I can tell by the way the killer looks at me that he wants a taste.
I've sworn off men since my ex abused me.
But I'll break any promise if it means my baby survives.

The sickest thing of all is that part of me WANTS the hitman to take me.
Those hands have done dirty things.
And I want to see what they can do to me.

Submitting to him is the sweetest sin I've ever committed.
But Evan's employer doesn't take kindly to a failed job.
And just as soon as I fall into the hitman's arms, we have to go running for our lives.

It would be cute if it wasn't so terrifying.
Like a little family on the road – me, my man, and my baby.

But if his employer's men catch up to us…

There will be hell to pay.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Sopris Page Press
• Release date: Nov 20, 2018
• ISBN: 9781393367857

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HITMAN’S  WIFE: A Bound to the Hitman Romance (Book 3)

By Heather West

I’LL GIVE HIM MY BODY IF IT WILL PROTECT MY BABY.

HE HAD MY NAME ON HIS hit list.

But I couldn’t leave my baby without a mother.

So I made him a deal:

Take my body. Leave my baby.

And to my horrified surprise... he accepted.

I always knew my ex was a crazy S.O.B.

But hiring an assassin to murder me in my sleep?

That’s more than insane. That’s downright evil.

But there’s no stopping it now.

And when the hitman kicks down my door, I know I’ll do whatever it takes to protect my little angel.

The only problem is, I have no bargaining chips.

Except for one thing...

My body.

I can tell by the way the killer looks at me that he wants a taste.

I’ve sworn off men since my ex abused me.

But I’ll break any promise if it means my baby survives.

The sickest thing of all is that part of me WANTS the hitman to take me.

Those hands have done dirty things.

And I want to see what they can do to me.

Submitting to him is the sweetest sin I’ve ever committed.

But Evan’s employer doesn’t take kindly to a failed job.

And just as soon as I fall into the hitman’s arms, we have to go running for our lives.

It would be cute if it wasn’t so terrifying.

Like a little family on the road – me, my man, and my baby.

But if his employer’s men catch up to us...

There will be hell to pay.

Chapter 1

Evan

Evan gripped the steering wheel tighter, gritting his teeth as his phone rang again. Goddammit, she’s persistent , he thought to himself as he pressed his foot down harder onto the accelerator, changing lanes quickly before taking the last exit on the highway. Straight to Salvatore’s place.

Hannah must have called a dozen times by now, at the very least. He knew that if he answered the phone, he might have doubts, and if he had doubts, he might hesitate. And now was not time for hesitation. If this was going to work, he needed to be swift. Efficient. Clear headed. Get in, kill Sal, get out, and worry about Hannah later. That was what he had to do.

But still, Evan couldn’t deny that it sent sparks of fear up his spine every single time she called. She had to be pissed out of her mind at this point. God knows Evan would feel the same way if their situations were reversed. But he had to be strong for them both. This was the only way. Salvatore wouldn’t stop, not ever, not until he was dead on the floor with Christmas lights wrapped around his neck. If Evan got out of the situation alive—which, if he was really being honest with himself, he knew was a slim possibility—he might even take the Christmas lights back with him. He and Hannah could use them on a tree they bought together, even if they made all the other ornaments themselves.

Evan parked a half-mile away, far enough that the scouts on duty tonight wouldn’t notice, in a parking lot of a strip mall. He was already dressed in black and wasn’t carrying a lot around, so he knew he wouldn’t attract many eyes on the walk up. And if anyone tried to bother him, well, he’d just have to add another name to the hit list. Tonight, it ends, he promised himself. No matter what happens, I’m getting in that mansion and I’m choking the life out of Salvatore.

His phone rang again, shrill and sharp in the silence of the winter night. He made a mental note to turn the ringer off before heading into Salvatore’s place. It would obviously attract too much attention when he was surrounded by guards. But for some reason he couldn’t quite bring himself to switch it off yet. If he did, it would feel like letting himself off the hook. Hannah was upset. She was probably totally freaking out. He deserved to feel her pain rather than ignore it just so he would feel better. Images of her drawn, worried face filled his mind, and he felt pangs of guilt hit him right in the stomach. But he kept walking, slowly but steadily, staying to the tree line to avoid attracting attention.

Will she ever forgive me? Evan couldn’t help but wonder as he climbed uphill, his lungs working harder to compensate for the extra effort of his legs. The silhouette of Salvatore’s mansion was clear on the skyline now. Evan followed it like the North Star, as if it were guiding him home rather than to his probable death. So it didn’t matter, really, if Hannah forgave him, because more likely than not he was going to die tonight.

But somehow it still shook him to his core, thinking about Hannah hating him, even while dead. Even after he switched off the ringer on his phone, he couldn’t help but picture her spitting on his corpse. I abandoned her, he thought. I deserve it. Even though it’s all for her, I will deserve any and all of the hatred she sends my way. But still, he didn’t stop moving, the mansion getting closer and closer with each passing second.

Soon enough, he was on the property itself. He kept to the trees, careful not to step on any fallen branches or make any unnecessary noise. There were a few guards out front, but not a lot around the perimeter. In the back of his mind, Evan worried that Salvatore wasn’t even home tonight. It was possible he was out partying, maybe living it up at a strip club while his lieutenants hunted for Hannah and Alex.

Doesn’t matter, he decided, quickly crossing the flat empty space between the house and the trees, walking around the side of the building to find a back entrance. I’ll just lie in wait for him, then. Surprise him when he comes home.

But when he approached one of the back doors, he felt another wave of guilt crash over him, this time more powerful than any other he’d ever felt. Turn back, a voice in his head insisted as he squatted down next to the door. She cares about you, when you don’t even deserve it. Do you know what a miracle that is, that someone so beautiful and wonderful and strong has chosen you? Turn back. Don’t betray her. Turn back.

The words hung heavy in Evan’s mind. He couldn’t quite dislodge them or push them away like he had before. I can’t turn back, he tried to argue, but the voice just shouted over him. Turn back, turn back, turn back! He sighed deeply and reached into his pocket for his phone, seeing that she’d called over twenty times at this point.

But...there was a text message, too, this one directly from Hannah’s phone rather than an unknown number. Evan’s heart stuttered in his chest, fear clogging up his throat as he unlocked his phone. What could make her text him with her own phone? She knew the dangers.

Evan opened the message and read it, and his blood froze in his veins, turning to ice all at once, all throughout his body. They took Alex. That was all she said, but it was enough. Evan swallowed heavily and put his phone away, straightening his body and tensing up his muscles. He had no choice now. There was no turning back.

Right when he lifted his head, something cold and hard pushed against the back of his skull, sending chills rocketing through Evan’s body. Somebody was holding a gun to his head.

Get up, the voice behind him spat, shoving the gun a bit harder into the back of his head.

Evan

Reviews for Hitman's Wife

[Naa Ayongo Mensah · Rating: 3 out of 5 stars]

Didn't enjoy this as much as the first 2 in the series. The ending was a bit of a cliff hanger for me as I would have like to see how Alex reacts to Evan and even how their small family coped with their new life.