Hitman Next Door Read Online Sam Crescent

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Crime, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 35378 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 177(@200wpm)___ 142(@250wpm)___ 118(@300wpm)
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So beautiful.

Some of his cum would stay inside her.

He cleaned her up, slid her panties in place, and helped her to stand.

Cupping her face, he kissed her lips, sinking his hand into her hair as he deepened the kiss.

“Will you come and see me tonight, after work?” he asked.

“You want me to come to your office?”

“Yes.” He had big plans there. Also, he knew she was getting more suspicious about not knowing anything about his life, so he’d arranged for a couple of Rocco’s men to be in place when she came. They were going to be seated at desks, and then as she entered, they’d slowly begin to leave, saying they were done for the day.

Provided it went off without a hitch, he wouldn’t have a problem.

“I’d love to.” She smiled.

“Good. Now I didn’t just bring you here to fuck you. I do have food.” He took her hand, leading her through to the kitchen. He opened the fridge.

From the moment he decided to pick her up for lunch, he’d made sandwiches ahead of time.

Sitting at the counter, he took a large bite. Lemon followed his direction, and he watched her eat. The slight flush to her body aroused him. He’d caused that.

She looked so fucking beautiful.

Staring at her now, he thought about her being pregnant with his child. Her stomach swollen.

His cock hardened as he thought about it.

She would look amazing, and he had no doubt she’d be a fantastic mother.

All his life, he’d never once considered kids. Children were a weakness, and he’d never met a woman he wanted to father children with.

Lemon.

She was blowing his entire world.

They finished off the sandwiches, and he drove her back to work, wanting to tell her to quit. He’d take care of her.

Just as he watched her curvy ass swaying away from him, an alert went off on his cell phone. Typing on his cell, he tapped into his secure feed, and there in Lemon’s house was a guy taking a look around.

Anger consumed him.

Since the O’Leaves, no one had dared come near Lemon. This was the first potential attack in days. He didn’t like it.

Lemon’s house was completely decorated for the holiday season. She loved Christmas so much. This man took one of the decorations off the tree, threw it to the floor, and stomped on it, instantly pissing Nate off.

He spun back, driving with enough speed to get him to Lemon’s place. Nate had no choice but to keep to the speed limit and to keep on checking his cell phone.

The fucker had only taken two ornaments off the tree and destroyed them, but now he’d moved on to some of her pictures and shit.

Putting his foot on the gas, he prayed there was no sheriff around.

Once on the street, he parked a couple of feet away, got out, and slowly approached the house.

He’d combed through Lemon’s house. He knew where to go without making any sound.

After running around the back of Lemon’s house, he let himself in with the gate.

Nate checked where the guy was, and he was still in the living room, giving him the perfect chance to get into the house undetected.

With speed, he moved.

Lemon had told him about the spare keys, and then in her sweet way, realizing what she’d told him, had asked him to forget. With the key from underneath the plant pot, he slid it into the lock, opening the door with ease.

Inside he went.

Someone’s cell phone went off, and it wasn’t his.

“Hello. Yeah, I’m here. Are you sure this chick is the right target?” He was silent. “I don’t know what the big deal is. I’m here and believe me, this chick is so fucking boring. I can’t believe Rocco would father such a boring cunt. Ugly too. Isn’t all of his kids got blonde hair or some shit?”

With each word spoken, Nate’s anger went to an all-time high.

How fucking dare he insult his woman.

He’d heard enough.

Nate charged into the room. He had to be careful. The gun wasn’t the weapon of choice he wanted, but his hands.

The man turned as Nate slammed into him, taking him down to the floor, missing the coffee table in the center.

He landed a blow to the man’s face, shocking him.

Wrapping his fingers around his neck, he tried to squeeze with all his might. He’d been known to suffocate a man to death, but this fucker was clearly a lot better than some of the assholes he’d taken on.

He landed a punch to Nate’s side, and they rolled. Now Nate was the one on the floor as he brandished a knife.

“So that’s how this works. Rocco got a guard on his daughter’s ass, huh?”

Nate didn’t say a word.

Drawing his knee up, he hit the bastard right between the knees. It did the trick.

The knife was not going to do. The blood would take too long to clean, but as the enemy recovered quickly, Nate had to think fast.


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