Never Love a Hitman (The Carlotta Family Book 1)

by Eden Rose

  Never Love A Hitman

  A Carlotta Family Novel

  Eden Rose

  © 2018 Eden Rose

  All rights reserved. No portion of this book may be reproduced in any form without permission from the publisher, except as permitted by U.S. copyright law.

  Hello, Sexy Reader!

  I’m so happy you are about to read Never Love A Hitman! This is the beginning of a new series- however, it is a spinoff from The Intoxicate Me Series.

  Calista and Victor met at the least likely of places but their bond is strong after only a few short days. However, all good things must come to an end.

  But all good things start from a beginning.

  XOXO, Eden Rose

  Never Love A Hitman

  Calista

  Finding out the night before you’re supposed to get married is probably not the best time to break off your engagement.

  Josh’s eyes are glazed over as I sit across from him in the hall of our rehearsal dinner. He’s not a bad looking guy but he’s not for me. Too bad it took me until now to figure it out. It would have been better for the both of us if I wouldn’t have agreed to marry him…

  Better late than never?

  “So, did you ever love me?” He asks me in

  whiny voice that makes my gut hurt.

  I nod my head and then stop. If I did love him, would I be breaking off our wedding the night before? I’m too much of a mess right now to even think about it. I’m holding the engagement ring he gave me five months ago in my hand ready to give it to him.

  “Josh,” I start but really I have no idea what to say. “I’m sorry. I’m not ready to be married.”

  “You couldn’t have told me this a few months ago? When were you going to tell me?” He demands with anger lacing his whiny voice.

  Looking into the man’s eyes, I see he’s scared. He’s scared of what people are going to think now that we’re over. I don’t give a shit what people think.

  I roll my neck looking over to the side of the hall to see my parents talking to his parents. No one really stops and talks to my parents because apparently they are weird so I’m thinking they might have already known I was planning on calling off the wedding.

  “I’m so sorry but you deserve someone who’s going to want to be married to you.” I don’t say anything else as I hand him his ring back. Once it leaves my fingers, I let out a deep breath. Who knew how long I was holding that in!

  Retracting my hand to avoid any contact with him, I turn to look at my parents. My mother’s eyes meet mine and she’s holding my stare, silently asking if I’m okay. I nod my head honestly. I feel okay for the first time in a long time.

  Her wide greens eyes clash with my brown ones.

  For the longest time, I wished these people were my real parents but I knew from the beginning that they weren’t. I feel deep in my heart that they are but I wish I would have taken after my mother’s curves and eyes. My father’s olive skin which is always smooth. His easy smile every time he looks at my mom.

  That’s the kind of love I want.

  That’s the kind of love I need.

  Spinning around in a circle, I reach down to grab my purse and keys. Thank goodness Josh and I don’t share a house or that would have sucked. We decided to keep our own places until after the honeymoon then decide where we’re going to live when the time is right.

  “So, that’s it?” He yells at me. “You’re going to break up with me the night before our wedding and what? Cash in on our honeymoon tickets? Bring some other guy? Maybe a doctor at your hospital?”

  I close my mouth and look around the banquet space. Is he seriously snapping at me like this in front of all of our family? He’s got to be kidding me!

  “Josh! Stop! You are embarrassing yourself.”

  He’s looking at me as if I’m crazy. He closes the distance between us and stares me down. I smell the alcohol on his breath. “You were nothing but an easy lay!”

  I know he’s lying because I was a virgin when we got together the first time. He’s the only person I have ever been with. “Okay,” I placate him.

  “What’s going on over here, sweetheart?” My dad asks with his arm around me.

  “Shocker!” Josh shouts then stomps away.

  “Are you all right? Want me to bring him out back and kick his ass for you?”

  I giggle then wrap my arm around his back. Resting my head on his shoulder, I take a deep breath, He smells like home. “I’m sure you can, dad.”

  “That wasn’t my question, sweetheart. I know I can. I can take anyone of these bastards down within seconds,” he remarks.

  My dad looks down at me and winks. “No one hurts my little girl and gets away with it. You remember that.”

  “But what am I supposed to do next?” I question him with worry lacing my words. I don’t want our family to hate me because I broke off my engagement the night before we were supposed to be getting married. “Do you think I’m a horrible person?”

  “You do whatever you want. You are the youngest doctor in that hospital and have been the best daughter an old man could possibly want. Don’t let some cafone make you feel bad!”

  Dad’s Italian accent isn’t as thick as it used to be when I was little but I always loved it when he spoke Italian. I could see that my mom loves it too because she gets all happy and smiling every time she hears him say anything in Italian.

  “Thanks, dad!”

  He kisses my forehead. “Now, get out of here and we’ll clean everything up.”

  And speaking of honeymoon… I have some tickets to cash in on.

  *

  SHEILA: bitch! How could you leave me and go to paradise?

  ME: I’m supposed to be on my honeymoon

  SHEILA: what a waste of a good honeymoon

  ME: don’t be salty because you couldn’t get off work

  SHEILA: one of us had to be responsible

  ME: you’re making me laugh and I’m by myself

  SHEILA: your legs should be in the air with someone’s tongue deep in your pussy

  ME: do you kiss your mother with that mouth?

  SHEILA: oh please, my mother would have been teaching me how to swear!

  ME: don't you have patients?

  SHEILA: nah! I’m on break. Thought i would message you

  ME: well, you are disturbing me

  SHEILA: gosh! You are being such a brat

  I giggle and look up at the shining sun. Who could honestly be having a bad day when they are in paradise? I don’t think I ever want to leave here! Between the sun, heat, beautiful hotel… It’s truly one of the most romantic places I have ever been to. Too bad it's being wasted on just me.

  I have to keep reminding myself that I made the decision for both of us. Josh didn’t want to be married to me. He thought he did but we have so much life to experience.

  That’s when I feel my heart beating faster. Fuck! Did I ruin something that could have been better just because I… I…

  I, what? I don’t have an answer.

  The waves form and crash on the sandy beaches splattering me with water. Each salty drop of water is another fresh breath of air for me. It may seem weird but I think I needed this trip for more than a “honeymoon.”

  The warm sand buries my feet in deep as I push my toes through the crystal looking sand. When the sun hits the sand just right, it sparkles as if the sun were hitting actual crystal.

  I’ve been to some fancy places before but never anything like this. This is truly a couples’ resort. Absolutely beautiful and romantic every time you turn around. There’s flowers, slow music, canopies on the beach with two
lounge chairs in it… Everything you could want.

  “Mrs. Ward,” a staff member calls out handing me something cold to drink.

  I can’t tell you how many times I have corrected them in the fact that I’m not married. “It’s Calista Inzo,” I remind Raul, one of the night managers at the resort.

  He’s a nice man with a gorgeous smile. The tan he’s sporting makes his teeth look even whiter than they are. He’s about my age and he runs the resort with his wife, Rebecca. Apparently he has a thing for American women.

  He tsks himself. “So sorry about that.”

  I nod to show him it's all right. Yeah, it's annoying but I am staying at a couples’ resort. I’m that bad person who cashed in on her honeymoon tickets and decided to go on her own vacation.

  Between graduating medical school and trying to live a normal life, I’m struggling to get by. I’ve been in need of something fun for a long time and I think I found it.

  Raul clears his throat. “Are you wanting to eat dinner with the other guests or in your room?”

  My room, oh shit! My room is gorgeous. I leave the windows and doors open to let the fresh ocean air into my room. I wake to the sounds of birds and waves crashing in on the beach. Absolutely perfect!

  Plus, I have three more nights left.

  The heat from the sun warms me to the core and I let my fingers wiggle in the sun rays. I know it sounds silly but I’m enjoying feeling carefree. I never get to experience this. Never!

  “Well, hello there, pussycat.”

  Victor

  I think waiting for these bastards to get home is probably the lamest thing I have to do with these contracts. It's not as if I can walk up to them in public and double tap my gun into their heads.

  I’ve done that once and have avoided being arrested for it ever since.

  My point is, a majority of these dumbasses know they are being watched. Each one of these assholes have a contract up on their heads and I can’t wait to start collecting.

  I’ve had to travel quite a ways to get Amir in his new hiding place with his wife and daughter. The bastard got pinched and ratted us out to the feds. He’s the one that was dealing the crank to the hookers outside of our bar. Not us!

  Even with the moon lighting the area instead of the sun, I’m still sweating in my suit. The expensive Italian material sticks to my skin and I beg myself to try and forget about it. I can’t though. This bitch was given to me from all the made guys when I became made.

  I know, a hitman who’s emotionally attached to something. Fuck off.

  Suddenly, the sound of the garage door opening wakes me up from thinking how I was going to make his death look bloody for making me wait for him. What is he? Some type of royalty or something?

  A car pulls into the driveway and I hide behind the bush I’m waiting for Amir in. I’ve been here for about thirty minutes and can’t wait to get this done so I can go back to the hotel.

  The garage door opens as the car pulls forward but stops in the middle of the driveway. I have my gun cocked ready to go once I see Amir’s big body jump out of his car.

  The asshole has gotten to brazen for his own good! The man sold out The Carlotta Family and thinks Witsec is going to keep him safe? That is too fucking funny.

  Amir walks up to his front door without looking around but stops just as he gets to it. Good, he found my present for him.

  A signature present given to anyone who’s about to get whacked by me and then another little something for them to know why they are being fucking killed. Every single one of these wise guys thinks they are untouchable but no one is.

  Which is why I like being the hunter not the prey.

  “Hello?” Amir asks the empty street. “Is someone there?”

  I wait to see what he’s going to do next. I don’t miss the lighted cell phone that he brings out of his pocket. Dumb ass.

  Not even leaving the bush, I fire my gun into the night watching Amir fall to the ground.

  One last rat in this world.

  *

  Since I’m in paradise, I might as well enjoy it. Something about the sun makes people happier and easier to be around. Of course when you’re the one carrying a gun no one is going to disagree with you.

  With the sun beating down on me, I feel my skin getting tighter from getting tanned along with the stress of being the one who’s at the beach for another kill melt away. The sun is heating up the sand as I dig my toes in it.

  Ever since I became a made man, I haven’t had the chance to go on a real vacation. That’s not something a mobster would typically do unless he was going on the lam or something. People that go on vacation to run away and think it's the last place someone will find them.

  Shame on these assholes.

  I’ve got my Corona sitting on the table next to my chair and I’m watching this woman with long brown hair talking to the owner of the resort. He’s apologizing for something but it's when the woman looks over her shoulder does my mouth drop.

  She’s got this rosy glow on her skin from the sun and the prettiest smile I have ever seen on a fucking woman. Carefully, I examine her hands to make sure she’s not married. While I have no problem fucking up my mark’s vacations, I don’t want to fuck up mine.

  The woman looks right past me off towards the bar and I get a front row look of her tits. They are popping out of this tiny bikini which should be illegal.

  My dick thickens in my swim trunks.

  Rising out of my chair, I adjust my dick in my trunks to make it a little less obvious I’m hard over some woman at the beach. I glance down at my Rolex on my wrist, smirking to myself as the sun reflects in the diamonds around the watch’s face. Good, I have enough time before my next target is here.

  When I’m close enough to the beauty, I turn on my charm. Normally that’s something I don’t have to do but today, I want to do it. I want her to be putty in my hands.

  “Well, hello there, pussycat,” I croon.

  She blushes as she looks up at me under thick eyelashes. Her lips are red as a rose and perfectly bee stung for me to kiss them. I imagine her lips on other parts of my body… But, I want more.

  “Hi,” she murmurs with her voice dripping in honey.

  “Haven’t seen you around here. Are you here on vacation?” I ask her letting my accent twinge my voice.

  I’m laying it on thick and I don’t give a shit. I want this brown haired beauty.

  The woman looks at the ocean and then back at me. “I’m actually here on my honeymoon,” she replies.

  I’m thrown. “Honeymoon?” I repeat like a parrot. “If my wife were as pretty as you, I wouldn’t let her sit on the beach all by herself. No telling what kind of men could be flirting with her.” I let those words sink in trying to figure out if she’s fucking with me. “Or what type of bad guys were looking for a pretty young thing to bring home to meet mom and dad.”

  “Are you saying you’re a bad guy?” She asks me with her eyebrows raised.

  I smile at her- the megawatts one, too. “Honey, I am the bad guy.”

  She giggles. “Most men that say they are bad aren’t.”

  “Well, I am risking my life to talk to a pretty girl. Where’s your husband?”

  The woman looks over to the resort and then back at me. “I’m not married. I was supposed to be married two days ago and couldn’t go through with it. So, no risk!”

  I take the lounge chair next to her and move it closer to her. Her body is fully open for me to look at but I’m dying to know what kind of cafone would let this beautiful woman get away. “What happened?”

  “What’s your name?” She blurts.

  “First, tell me what happened.”

  “Nah,” she remarks and gets off her lounge chair. I don’t stop her as she walks straight to the water with her hips moving side to side in a seductive dance.

  Oh okay. I see. She wants to play.

  Calista

  Holy shit! Holy shit!

  Men that gorgeous e
xist?

  That man… I don’t know! That man has me feeling all giddy. Holy shit.

  My insides are twisting and churning, tightening and untightening. I don’t know what the hell is happening to my body.

  I do the only thing I know how to do, escape. Get out of the situation that’s making me uncomfortable and escape.

  I feel the hot guy’s eyes follow me to the beach and I do the one thing I probably shouldn’t do. I shake my hips more. I want him to want me. I want him to be crazy every time he thinks of the brown haired chick all alone on the beach.