Broken (Book 2): A Broken Bad Boy Hitman Romance, #2

By NINA PARK

This is book 2 of the Broken Bad Boy Hitman Romance series! Book 3 is available everywhere now!

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: 9781393286349

Book preview

Broken: A Bad Boy Hitman Romance (Book 2)

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

Madeline

Iawoke to a beeping sound, tangled up in someone else’s limbs. A very sexy someone’s limbs. It took me a moment, but when I blinked and cleared the haze of sleep from my gaze, I saw it was definitely Nikolai holding me to him. He looked to be asleep, just as I’d been, and for a moment, I couldn’t wrap my head around what had happened.

He showed up at my door. He accused my brother of stealing. I told him to get out and never come back. He fucked me senseless.

I shuddered at the memory and found myself beginning to ache and throb where he’d so thoroughly pleasured my body.

The beeping sound came again and I cursed quietly when I realized what it was. My phone. My phone was in my bag now, which was dumped on the floor not far from where we were lying. Carefully, I extracted myself from Nikolai’s warm, muscled arms. I crawled naked—my bra had come off later, after the sex and before the sleep—across the floor to my bag and dug around for my phone. When I found it, I saw I had a text.

From Shawn.

I winced when I realized I was supposed to have given Shawn an answer—and that I had been planning on a yes answer before Nikolai showed up at my door. I typed out a quick message, letting him know I was home safe and mentioning only that I’d fallen asleep, not that I’d fallen asleep with another man, the father of my baby.

That was too much for Shawn and way too much for a text message. I needed to think about this before jumping to conclusions. Just as I’d hit send, I heard his gravelly, sleepy voice.

Who was that?

I swiveled around, still on my knees and still naked, holding the phone. My eyes were wide and I was sure that I looked guilty as sin—which, I supposed I was now. Biting my lip briefly, I let it go and answered, No one. Just a friend.

A friend I’d been thinking about marrying, I thought, but didn’t add out loud.

I hoped my lie was quick and convincing, but when Nikolai stood, he walked over to me, holding his hand out for the phone. I shook my head. I was not giving him my phone.

But then, before I could even think to react, he snatched it from my grasp and looked through it. I saw his face harden and his eyes flashed. He was pissed, I could tell.

Who the fuck is Shawn?

I folded my arms across my chest, causing my breasts to push together and spill over the tops of my arms. I told you. A friend.

A friend? he repeated, unconvinced. Then should I tell him what we’ve been doing, Madeline? he threatened, eyes glittering with danger and making my heart beat more from lust than fear like it should. "Should I tell him how I’ve plunged my hard cock into your waiting, wet, hot pussy until you screamed and begged me for more? Should I do that in a text message or a phone call, do you think?"

I shivered. His threats made me angry, but his words, his description of what we’d just done made my body ache with a dark lust that I was so unfamiliar with.

Oh, how I still wanted him.

But right then, my anger was stronger than my lust so I spat at him the first thing that came to my mind, He’s my fiancé!

Which was probably not the right answer. If I thought he was angry before, he was livid now. He came on me in a moment, pinning me to the floor, our bodies pressed together, skin to skin. His hands held my arms up by the wrists, keeping them pinned tightly to the hard floor. As though on autopilot, my legs fell open to let him settle between them. I could feel his member along my thigh and when it started to grow, it took all I had not to moan and beg him, as he’d said.

Fiancé? he repeated, his voice low and deep and thick with his accent. What sort of woman sleeps with another man when she’s engaged?

I didn’t have an answer and I didn’t have the chance to answer anyway. He pressed his mouth hard against mine. I worked hard to keep my mouth closed, even when I felt his tongue against my lips. I wouldn’t let him in, not this time.

When he pulled away, he was taunting and teasing as he said, "He must not be much of a