Dangerous Love

DANGEROUS LOVE MINK Dangerous Love MINK © 2023 All rights reserved. This copy is intended for the original purchaser of this e-book only. No part of this e-book may be reproduced, scanned, or distributed in any printed or electronic form without prior written permission from MINK. This book is a work of fiction. While reference may be made to actual historical events or existing locations, the names, characters, places and incidents are products of the author’s imagination, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. CONTENTS Dangerous Love Hitman’s Prey Hitman’s Prey 1. Lena 2. Heath 3. Lena 4. Heath 5. Lena 6. Heath 7. Lena 8. Heath 9. Lena 10. Heath 11. Lena 12. Heath 13. Lena 14. Heath 15. Lena Epilogue I Epilogue II His Deadly Darling His Deadly Darling 1. Luke 2. Cassandra 3. Luke 4. Cassandra 5. Luke 6. Cassandra 7. Luke 8. Cassandra 9. Luke 10. Cassandra 11. Luke 12. Cassandra 13. Luke 14. Cassandra 15. Luke Epilogue Loan Shark’s Obsession Loan Shark’s Obsession Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Chapter 21 Chapter 22 Chapter 23 Chapter 24 Epilogue Hitman’s Heart Hitman’s Heart Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Epilogue Also by MINK About the Author DANGEROUS LOVE A collection of MINK tales where the romance is dark, deadly, or dastardly. But love still exists, even when it’s dangerous. Hitman’s Prey He always seemed so nice … for a contract killer. His Deadly Darling She’s spicy. He’s determined. Together, they’re unstoppable. Loan Shark’s Obsession He always collects on his bargains. Hitman’s Heart He kills without remorse. Some say he doesn’t have a heart. Turns out it’s true … until he meets her. HITMAN’S PREY HITMAN’S PREY He’s up to something. I know it. No man can be that handsome and mysterious. He’s probably a spy. I can’t say for sure, but I’m going to find out. Watching Heath is easy, but wanting him is the part that’s going to get me into trouble. Lena peeks from her windows and tries to catch me doing something, though I’m not sure what she thinks she’ll see. What sort of an assassin would I be if my sweet neighbor figured me out so easily? Besides, I’m here to watch over her. The only problem is that she’s irresistible and far more alluring than my work. Choosing between them may be the death of me, but Lena is more than worth it. 1 LENA “I think I hear something,” I whisper into the phone as I try and peek out my bathroom window. Thinking maybe he has a visitor, I glance toward my neighbor’s driveway. He never has anyone over, but I could have sworn I heard multiple voices. “That’s just me brushing my teeth,” Kimber mumbles into the phone, her mouth full of Crest and a toothbrush. Then I hear a spitting sound followed by water. I look over to my phone that’s propped on a shampoo bottle on top of my bathroom sink. Kimber’s face comes into view as she picks her own phone up. I don’t even know why we bother FaceTiming while we’re in the bathroom. One of us is always busy doing something and out of view. Yet we always do it. She smiles, holding up her toothbrush. “I’m adulting.” “I’m adulting.” I glare over at her. “Well, how about turning off the bathroom light so your next-door neighbor doesn't see you, clear as day, peeking out to stalk him?” I gasp at the thought and jump off the toilet to hit the light switch. But I stumble over my own feet and grab the towel hanging on the rack. The metal pulls free from the wall, causing me to lose my balance. I fall to the tile with the towel lying next to me. A second later the towel rack hits me in the face. This is what I get for being a nosy neighbor. “Ouch.” I reach up to touch my cheek, but I don’t feel any blood. “That’s going to leave a mark,” Kimber says through laughter. I roll over onto all fours. “Jeez.” She can’t even see me right now, but I’m sure she knows what happened. “You okay?” “Yeah,” I mumble as I push up from the floor to look in the bathroom mirror. There’s a small scratch on my cheek. I roll my eyes at myself before flipping off the light. “You think he heard that?” I ask, going to sit back on the toilet. “Everyone heard that.” “Whatever. The houses aren't that close together.” I peek out the window. I can see him through a side window. He’s not looking this way, so I’m not busted. I’m way too clever to be caught, no matter what Kimber says. “He didn’t even notice.” “Notice what? That you’re as graceful as a baby giraffe?” I stick my tongue out at her, but I know she can’t see me now that I’ve turned my light off. She always says that giraffe bit because I’m all legs and part clutz. I’m used to it. It’s a good day if I don’t break anything or trip over myself. Honestly, it’s a small miracle I’ve made it this far in life. Though squatting in my dead grandmother's house may not count as making it on my own. I never met her, but I’m not living the sort of life where I can turn down free accommodations. “You got a concussion?” Kimber asks. “No. I’m adulting in a far more adult-type fashion than you. I brushed and