Sold To The Hitman (Men of Ruthless Corp)

I stop moving, knowing that a man who visits a place like the one I was in tonight is probably not joking about being a hitman. “Oh.”

Once I’m sure I won’t pass out from what he just told me, I return to clean his wound. He grabs a hold of my hand on its way to his head. “I won’t hurt you. I’d never hurt someone like you.”

“Like me?”

“Yeah, like you.”

I half-laugh because I don’t know what else to do right now. “Wow, does this work on other women?”

The corners of his lips turn upwards. It’s breathtaking and nearly knocks me off my feet when I see a slight dimple peek out at me. “I don’t know. I’ve never used it on any other women.”

I narrow my eyes on him. Hitman or not, this man is beyond gorgeous. I’m sure women line up to date him all the time.

“So… you’ve killed people?” I ask, changing the subject back to what’s important.

“Only really bad people. People who have no soul and do things you couldn’t imagine.” His dark eyes capture mine, making my body feel like I’m in a sauna. “People like Steele and the man he buys from.”

“Do you know who that is? Is that why you were in the club tonight?”

“Yes, that’s why I was there. I don’t usually partake in buying women. And no, I don’t know who it is. I need to find him.”

“Is that why you bought me? Because Steele wanted me?”

Titan rakes pearly whites across his full bottom lip, like he’s stalling to answer my question.

“Actually, no. I bought you because there was just something about you. I knew I had to have you.”

My heart rate kicks up, and I don’t really know how to process the knowledge that he bought me because he wanted me.

“I know you’re not really mine, but I want to help you. We’re both after the same enemy. We can team up and work together.”

“Oh, I don’t know.” I move behind him, so I don’t have to feel his penetrating stare and dab at his wound, cleaning the blood out of his hair. “I kind of like working alone.”

Titan stops me from tending to his gash. “Well, you’re gonna just have to deal with me tagging along, keeping you safe. Because you’re not gonna be able to get rid of me.”

Five

Titan

* * *

I know this woman thinks she can handle Steele on her own, but she’s crazy. I can’t let her traipse around in dark alleys and dangerous places looking for a man who could kill her with one bullet to her head.

Nope.

I won’t let that happen.

I won’t let anyone hurt her.

Now that I’ve met her, I can’t ever let her go. This sort of possessive thing has never happened to me before, but my gut tells me this is fate. That she’s my woman. I’ve never had this primal urge I can’t ignore.

“What’s your last name?” I ask, wondering if she’s even given me a real name.

“Payton. Blue Payton. And yes it’s my real name.”

I laugh a little at her reading my mind. “I guess your parents named you after those striking eyes of yours?”

She moves in front of me and shrugs a little, in a cute as hell way. “Yeah, they said they were the bluest eyes they’d ever seen.”

I’m right at her plump breasts. I look up at her, licking my lips.

Her gaze drops to my mouth and then darts to the cloth in her hand. “You’re all clean.” She skitters away to toss the towel in the washer that’s off to the side of the kitchen.

“So, how do you think we can work together?”

“What do you mean?”

“Like, do you have a plan?”

“I’ve always got a plan.” This is a big fat lie, but I like to pretend I have a plan most days. Usually, I just go in places and fuck people up, no plan needed. But I can tell that Blue is a planner. “I suppose you like to plan?”

She beams, jabbing a thumb over her right shoulder toward the opposite end of the house. “I have three planners in my bedroom.”

Not shocked. Anyone who has a calendar on their refrigerator with post-it notes and stickers all over it is a person who doesn’t just wing it. After spotting that thing when she fled to grab a towel, I knew. Based on the amount of things on it, she appears to be the busiest person on the planet. And the sexiest.

At the mention of her bedroom, my body heats. I wish I could take her back there and get a feel for her bed, with her in it. We could plan how I’m going to slide my dick inside her and claim her as mine.

“Ok, as of right now, I have no plan,” I confess. “But I’m confident we can think of something.”