Hitman for Sin: The Petrov Mafia, #3

By Heather West

This is book 3 and the finale of the Petrov Mafia series!

He'll pay the cost for taking what's mine.

Once a hitman, always a hitman.

I've risen to power, but never forgotten my roots.

So when my enemy steals the mother of my child, I load my gun and get ready to kill.

Nobody steals from me and lives to tell the tale.

ANDREI

I've done unspeakable things.

Killed men; stolen women; torn families to pieces.

But there are worse men than me in this world.

One, in particular.

And I'm going to make sure he suffers and dies.

But on a mission like this, there's always a chance I don't make it out alive.

So I need an insurance policy.

A way to protect my legacy.

What I need is a baby.

But the mother of my child can't just be any random woman.

The dirty club girls that the Petrov family mafia owns won't work for this purpose.

What I need is someone pure and untainted.

Someone who has not yet been exposed to the darkness that surrounds my soul.

I find the one I want and make her an offer she could never refuse.

But Kelly's first plunge into the shadows of the underworld might be her last.

Our night together is a cacophony of moans and hoarse screams.

Hot, sweaty flesh pressed together.

The warmth of my body, muscled and tattooed, owning her pale, petite frame.

But in the morning, my enemy strikes.

Once upon a time, I had nothing to lose.

I've finally found something worth fighting for.

And now that I've lost her, I'm prepared to do whatever it takes to get her back.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Sopris Page Press
• Release date: Sep 25, 2019
• ISBN: 9781393943938

Book preview

Hitman for Sin: A Mob Romance (The Petrov Mafia) (Book 3)

By Heather West

He’ll pay the cost for taking what’s mine.

ONCE A HITMAN, ALWAYS a hitman.

I’ve risen to power, but never forgotten my roots.

So when my enemy steals the mother of my child, I load my gun and get ready to kill.

Nobody steals from me and lives to tell the tale.

ANDREI

I’ve done unspeakable things.

Killed men; stolen women; torn families to pieces.

But there are worse men than me in this world.

One, in particular.

And I’m going to make sure he suffers and dies.

But on a mission like this, there’s always a chance I don’t make it out alive.

So I need an insurance policy.

A way to protect my legacy.

What I need is a baby.

But the mother of my child can’t just be any random woman.

The dirty club girls that the Petrov family mafia owns won’t work for this purpose.

What I need is someone pure and untainted.

Someone who has not yet been exposed to the darkness that surrounds my soul.

I find the one I want and make her an offer she could never refuse.

But Kelly’s first plunge into the shadows of the underworld might be her last.

Our night together is a cacophony of moans and hoarse screams.

Hot, sweaty flesh pressed together.

The warmth of my body, muscled and tattooed, owning her pale, petite frame.

But in the morning, my enemy strikes.

Once upon a time, I had nothing to lose.

I’ve finally found something worth fighting for.

And now that I’ve lost her, I’m prepared to do whatever it takes to get her back.

Chapter 1

Kelly

The cab sped away from Andrei’s street and I watched the scenery, trying not to get sick. It was terrible, this feeling inside of me. I felt like I was being torn into two. I didn’t regret my decision. I knew what I was doing was the best choice for my baby. It was.

But the fact that I was thinking of the baby as mine...that legally shouldn’t be the case. Andrei Petrov had paid me one million dollars in exchange for my uterus. And here I was, essentially stealing from him. Kidnapping. Well, it wouldn’t really be kidnapping until after the baby was born, but still.

I didn’t know for sure how he would react when he found out I’d left, but considering he had just killed a man, I wasn’t about to stick around. Life with Andrei wasn’t safe. I should’ve run away when that man came up to me and threatened Andrei. That was my first mistake. Falling for Andrei had been my second. That was why leaving was so hard. Just focus on the man he killed. Andrei’s a mobster. You know that. He’s probably killed before, and he’ll kill again. That’s not the kind of life you want for your child, right? So just leave already.

Before I could leave town, though, I had to explain everything to my mom. I wasn’t going to disappear until after she knew everything, until after I had squared things with her so she would be taking care of.

The cab driver pulled up in front of Mom’s place. Exhaling deeply, I climbed out of the cab and paid the driver before removing my small amount of belongings. This was all I had. I might grab a few more things here but not a ton. I needed to hit the road. Get away from here. Find a new town. Get a job. Start over.

Pregnant belly and all. Not that I was showing yet but it was only a matter of time.

You hadn’t been able to find a job outside of Andrei’s offer. What makes you think you’ll find a job now?

I’ll find something.

I hoped.

To my surprise, the doorknob didn’t turn. My mom never locked the door. Maybe it was a blessing in disguise she had locked it. Better to be safe. I shoved in my key, turned the lock, and found my mom on the couch, reading a historical romance.

She lowered her book and glanced up with a smile. Kelly. What are you doing here?

To delay, I put my stuff down on the coffee table carefully. Then I hugged her. Where’s Claire? I asked.

Claire went to the grocery store, Mom said, eyeing me. What’s wrong? You look upset. She shifted her legs off the couch so I could sit beside her.

Well...it’s a long story, I warned. What would she think when I told her?

I don’t have anywhere to go. My mom closed her book and set it on the coffee table next to my pile. What’s going on?

I couldn’t bring myself to say anything. I just stared at her book. The woman looked adoringly at her bare chested man, who was gazing back at her as if she was the only woman in the world. Books always had happy endings. Too bad this was my life. I hadn’t had a happy ending ever.

Is it about your new job? Mom asked.

And there it was. I nodded and swallowed past a lump in my throat.

What exactly is your new job? My mom tilted her head to the side. I can’t remember you telling me much about it. She rubbed her temple. Don’t tell me my memory is going, too. I can’t handle that on top of—

I grabbed her hand and gave it a tight squeeze. No. I haven’t told you about my job.

She threw me a shrew glare. And there’s a reason you’ve kept it from me, isn’t there? she asked.

With my free hand, I rubbed the back of my neck. Yes.

My mom closed her eyes and pinched the bridge of her nose. What is it? she whispered as she opened her eyes, but then she didn’t give me a chance to answer, just added, Tables. You’re dancing on tables, aren’t you?

No. I shook my head.

"A hooker, then, is that