Chapter 1
RENT A HITMAN-DARK ROMCOM
One wedding. One murder. One unforgettable love story.
Talon is a cold-blooded hitman with one rule: never get personal. His latest target? A smug prick attending his cousin’s lavish wedding. The perfect in? Posing as the plus-one for the family’s overlooked, cat-obsessed librarian.
There is only one problem: Ainsley isn’t just quirky—she’s sunshine wrapped in vintage dresses and animal chaos, the kind of woman who talks to her hairless cat like it’s her therapist and blushes at compliments like they’re contraband.
She’s everything Talon isn’t supposed to want…
and everything he suddenly can’t stop thinking about.
What starts as a calculated con turns into stolen kisses, protective growls, and Talon publicly dismantling her toxic family one savage comeback at a time. But when the job is done, and the body drops, the truth comes out: he’s not an escort. He’s a hitman.
A darkly hilarious, obsessively steamy rom-com where the hitman falls hardest, the sweet girl gets dangerous, and happily-ever-after comes with a body count.
Suddenly, the door flies open, leaving me off-balance.
I catch myself before falling against her, then take in the outcome of all the work she’s put into today’s look.
She’s been busy having her hair and makeup done.
I’ve seen what the girl can do when left to her own devices—a professional handled her this time around.
That’s not what makes my eyes widen, though. It’s her dress. She’s wearing a ball gown—like something out of a Disney movie. It’s pale blue, a little shimmery, with a full skirt that makes noise when she takes a step back on recognizing me.
And she does immediately; fear washes over her face, making her flushed cheeks pale. Those enormous eyes of hers only grow wider. “You? What are you doing here?”
Before I have a chance to answer, she swings the door hard like she wants to lock me out. She’s quick, but I’m quicker, wedging a foot between it and the doorjamb before it can close.
“Why are you not letting me in? You paid me to come here.” Her eyes go wide as she realizes why I’m here.
“I-I didn’t know it was you,” she blurts out.
“What’s wrong with me? And while we’re on the subject, why would you invite some man to your house you know nothing about? You didn’t even ask for a picture.”
“I… because…I thought…” She stumbles over her words, unable to form a single sentence. Her bottom lip quivers, drawing my attention to it before her big baby blue eyes suck me back in.
“You thought what—”
“ATTACK!” She suddenly screams, pointing her small dainty finger at me. “Klaus, attack!”
I scan the room for her weird-looking cat and find him lounging on the back of the couch.
He doesn’t move. Not even his ear twitches. That cat couldn’t care less if I bent Ainsley over the coffee table and fucked her raw.
That thought has my dick stiffening again.
“Nice try, but even if your cat would care to move a paw, don’t you think I could handle a fifteen-pound animal?”
“How dare you? Klaus is not fifteen-pounds! You are going to make him feel fat.”
“Oh, no. I wouldn’t want to insult a cat and give him a complex. He might have to go to therapy. I hope you don’t expect me to pay the bill.”
“You’re going to have to go. Now.” She even points at the door. “I’m sorry. There’s been a misunderstanding.”
“Not much room for misunderstanding. You booked a date. I’m here. Where’s the misunderstanding come in?”
I can hear her gulp. “It’s that… I didn’t expect you.”
“Are you that scared of me?” My lips twitch into a grin.
Like the bastard I am, her fear only edges me on more.
I take a step toward her, closing the distance between us.
She mirrors my step in the other direction, desperately trying to get away from me until she bumps into her bookshelf. Now she has nowhere else to go.
She knows it, too; her eyes go impossibly wide, and the rustling of her dress is giving her shaking away.
“I-I just…” She bites her freshly glossed lip, and I wish I could be the one doing it.
Everything about this girl screams at me that she needs to get laid.
Big time. For a second, I wonder if she’s ever had a man.
There is an innocence around her that other women don’t have.
I shake that thought away. It can’t be. At twenty-five, there is no way she is still a virgin.
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