Boardroom Ties (Boardroom Billionaires #3)

Im trying to kill my husband.

Im really effing bad at it.

Hiring a growly, gorgeous, rotten-to-the-core hitman to help couldnt possibly go wrong

Right?

My husband is a monster, and he deserves to die.

But no matter how hard I try, ya girl is not a killer.

Matvei Satyrin, though? He DEFINITELY is.

A lawyer by day and a Bratva hitman by night, Matvei makes “cold-blooded” seem like room temp.

Lord knows he looks the part, too. Tall enough to scrape the courtroom ceiling, hair darker than my husband’s sins, and a growly voice that makes my insides do a very shaky two-step… It’s like the Grim Reaper went to Milan Fashion Week.

More importantly, he’s got the murdery know-how I need to complete my revenge.

But plotting requires proximity, and proximity leads to poor decisions, and before I know it, there’s a motion pending in my uterus.

Yeah, it’s a mess. I know that.

But I underestimated just how messy it could get.

The plan goes off without a hitch.

Then, as soon as has my husband shuffled off this mortal coil, Matvei turns, looks at me, and smirks.

Uh-oh.

I don’t like that look.

I don’t like that look at all.

Nor do I like when he snarls, Looks like you belong to me now, darling.”