Broken (Book 3): A Broken Bad Boy Hitman Romance, #3

By NINA PARK

This is book 3 and the finale of the Broken Bad Boy Hitman Romance series! 

Ruthless hitman. Violent mobster. Utterly irresistible.

He took me home and showed me what it meant to be his woman.

Then he disappeared.

Now, he's back, with a bloody mission in his hands.

And a plan to break me again.

MADELINE

I woke up sick to my stomach.

My worst fears had come true.

A one night stand with a handsome stranger…

Left me with his baby in my belly.

I couldn't believe this was happening.

But then it got worse.

An unexpected knock at my door.

Who could it be?

My jaw drops when I see it's the man who claimed me.

And my heart breaks when I find out what he wants.

NIKOLAI

I'm a contract killer for the Russian mob.

And I'm the best there is.

I go hunting one night for my next target:

A lowlife con man who stole millions from my employer.

But a curvy blonde catches my eye and my plans take an unexpected twist.

I had her for the night, then left her in the morning.

I thought I'd never see her again.

But then my work brings me right to her doorstep.

Turns out her brother is the criminal in my crosshairs.

And that's not the only surprise.

Turns out I also got her pregnant.

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BROKEN is a dark bad boy mafia hitman romance series from author Nina Park. This romantic suspense thriller is a twist-filled love story about a hired gun for the Russian mob and his dark romance with an innocent girl. If you like dark surprise pregnancy romance books, you'll love BROKEN.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Sopris Page Press
• Release date: Oct 1, 2019
• ISBN: 9781393242529

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Broken: A Bad Boy Hitman Romance (Book 3)

By Nina Park

Ruthless hitman. Violent mobster. Utterly irresistible.

HE TOOK ME HOME AND showed me what it meant to be his woman.

Then he disappeared.

Now, he’s back, with a bloody mission in his hands.

And a plan to break me again.

MADELINE

I woke up sick to my stomach.

My worst fears had come true.

A one night stand with a handsome stranger...

Left me with his baby in my belly.

I couldn’t believe this was happening.

But then it got worse.

An unexpected knock at my door.

Who could it be?

My jaw drops when I see it’s the man who claimed me.

And my heart breaks when I find out what he wants.

NIKOLAI

I’m a contract killer for the Russian mob.

And I’m the best there is.

I go hunting one night for my next target:

A lowlife con man who stole millions from my employer.

But a curvy blonde catches my eye and my plans take an unexpected twist.

I had her for the night, then left her in the morning.

I thought I’d never see her again.

But then my work brings me right to her doorstep.

Turns out her brother is the criminal in my crosshairs.

And that’s not the only surprise.

Turns out I also got her pregnant.

BROKEN IS A DARK BAD boy mafia hitman romance series from author Nina Park. This romantic suspense thriller is a twist-filled love story about a hired gun for the Russian mob and his dark romance with an innocent girl. If you like dark surprise pregnancy romance books, you’ll love BROKEN.

Chapter 1

Nikolai

My search for Logan wasn’t going so well. I had called Peter already, but he hadn’t seen anything since that night. In fact, he explained that the cops had stopped by and asked all sorts of questions. They’d canvased the place for witnesses, trying to ID the shooter, but no one was talking. That wasn’t a surprise either. Peter had managed to shoo most of the people who were still in the bar when I was about to tag Logan. Those who had lingered—like those women in the bathroom for instance—had been too drunk to really even remember what had happened, much less anything about me.

I was in the clear as far as the commotion was concerned, but that didn’t really do me any good beyond making sure I could still move freely. But then, that had never been an issue either. I had contacts in the police department who would have made that little problem disappear long before any court date or arraignment was ever set.

Still, I was grateful that Peter was putting in the time and effort. It made my job easier.

I was disappointed that he didn’t have more, though.

What about the partner? I asked him as we spoke over the phone. I was back at my apartment, getting showered and dressed—taking care of the hardness that had grown beneath my pants after my little encounter with Madeline—as I spoke to him, trying to dig up some leads.

He made a sound in his throat, like maybe he didn’t care for all this crap. Really, he probably didn’t. Peter was one of those guys who, while in deep with people like Mickey, really just wanted to be left alone. He dealt with Mickey—and me by extension—because he had to, because this was Mickey’s city, or this section of it was, anyway, and he understood that to do anything successfully, you had to have some connection with Mickey. It wasn’t that Peter disliked the older man, but he just didn’t have a taste for some of the more illicit activities he dealt with.

And me? Well, we had a complicated relationship in which he acknowledged that what I did was a necessary evil. We were tentative friends, both of us acknowledging that, despite our differences, we enjoyed the basic company of the other.

I don’t know what happened to the little shit, Peter admitted. He must have slipped out while I was still trying to get people out the door. Then the damn alarm went off. Peter didn’t sound too pleased with that. Anyway. By the time I got to that table, no one was sitting at it.

That was disappointing. I had really hoped Peter would have something on the partner so I could put more effort into finding him. I thought Mickey might have some info, but all he could say was that they’d allowed Logan to bring in some other guys to help with the work. In the end, those other guys either didn’t show or didn’t hang around for the heist. Only this one man showed up, an accomplice to Logan’s foolish crime. Mickey didn’t have a name yet; I was hoping Peter did.

So you don’t have anything? I tried not to sound annoyed, but I probably did anyway. I hoped vaguely that Peter wouldn’t take it personally. It was easier to deal with people when they weren’t angry with you.

There was a pause, then Peter said, "Well, I might have something. It’s not a lot, but—"

What is it? Hope grew suddenly in my chest. All I needed was a name, a number, a fucking car color. Just something to go on.

Well, that asshole was flirting with one of my girls. Peter called all of his waitresses his ‘girls.’ Although maybe it was one of those insulting things for women of this day and age, I could never tell myself, he meant it affectionately. He hired the prettiest damn women he could find, young and flirty, because he wanted the customers to like them. But he wouldn’t let a single finger touch them if they didn’t want it. Peter was fiercely protective to the point where he’d started fights and kicked people out without answer or explanation. I appreciated that about him. He was a little prick and I warned the girl off, but you know the rules. If they want it, it’s on them. I could almost hear him shrug.

And? I prompted.

Didn’t really think anything of it, he admitted thoughtfully. "Figured she just wanted a better tip, that she was flirting and he wouldn’t take her seriously anyway, you know? Most of the guys come here knowing that the girls don’t really want them."

I nodded impatiently as I grabbed a shirt out of my closet—a black button- down, silky to the touch. He couldn’t see me, for which I was glad. I didn’t want to explain why I was so on edge these days. What’re you getting at, Pete?

I’m trying to say he slipped her a napkin. She normally doesn’t keep shit like that, but for whatever reason she snuck it in her apron and forgot about it. Pulled it out today before her shift started.

And what was on that napkin?

A name and a number.

THAT LITTLE NAPKIN was a proverbial jackpot. From what I understood from Peter, he’d had to wrestle it away from his girl after the fact. It wasn’t that she probably really wanted it, but rather the fact that he was insisting she give it up that had her so annoyed. Peter was sort of like an overbearing father sometimes to his girls, and every so often they rebelled against him for it.

He won out, though, and if I had to guess, I would say that he told her a slice of the truth about the guy: he was into some bad shit and he was probably going to die very soon.

When I got there—because I didn’t just want the napkin, I wanted to talk to the girl, too—I greeted Peter and asked his permission to talk to her. Apparently, her name was Kendall. He was hesitant, but gave the okay. I knew he’d be watching like a hawk, but it didn’t bother me. I wasn’t going to do anything unsavory to the girl; I just wanted answers.

You mind if I ask you a few things about the other night?

She eyed me suspiciously. You a cop?

I almost laughed at her, but held it back just barely. Instead, I offered a smile that was probably a little wolfish. She shrank back just slightly into her seat. No, I’m not. Though I am trying to make sure certain...bad guys stay off the streets. Think you can help?

She thought about it. Will I have to testify or something? Do crazy stuff for the police? Get involved?

I shook my head. Clearly, Kendall had had some unfortunate dealings with the