The mafia and his hit man
He was supposed to be a one-night stand.
Now I’m holding a gun to his head and I still want to kiss him.
I’m a hitman. Flirty, unhinged, and hired to kill the cold, powerful mafia boss I’ve been obsessed with for months.
But the moment I see him again, shirtless and smug, everything falls apart.
Instead of pulling the trigger, I give him a warning.
Now we’re hunting down the person who ordered the hit while trying to keep our hands off each other.
He’s dangerous. I’m worse.
And between the bullets, betrayals, and bedroom threats…
I still don’t know if I want to kiss him or kill him.