I’m good at my job. Taking people out doesn’t give me any heartburn, especially when it means my bank account grows fatter after each assignment. So what if I drink away the days between missions, and maybe I try to forget all the things I’ve done—I’m not soft. Not for anyone. . . Except her. Margaret. My little ray of sunshine, the only bright spot in this world of darkness. She’s the only thing I have to look forward to, and when she’s threatened, I can’t sit idly by. Not even when I’m ordered to take her life or lose my own. I’ll keep her hidden and safe, but how will I protect her from myself?

MINK's note: Get you a lap kitty and a hot coffee for this sweet story of a hitman and his heart. HEA included.