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

Par : Heather West
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  • FormatePub
  • ISBN978-1-393-19440-8
  • EAN9781393194408
  • Date de parution22/05/2019
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  • ÉditeurRelay Publishing

Résumé

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. MAGGIEI 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. BLADEHave 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.