The Hitman's Baby: A Standalone Bad Boy Romance Novel

by Fox, Kimberly

  I’ve been given a second chance and I’m not going to lose it.

  “I thought you-”

  I interrupt her with a kiss. A passionate, body melting kiss that tells her how I feel. I’ve never kissed her like that before and the soft moan that escapes from her mouth tells me that she likes it.

  When I finally pull away her eyes are glassy with a drunken haze over them. Her mouth is still hanging open like she wants more so I kiss her again.

  Her hands move from mine to my thighs. She brushes her open palm up my leg as her thumb grazes my cock.

  “Still going to dump me off at my dad’s?” she asks between gasps of breath. My cock starts to harden under her touch. She slides her hand up and over my dick and it hardens instantly as if she has control over it and I don’t.

  “No,” I say, my head dipping backward as she strokes my shaft over my pants. “You’re staying with me. Forever.”

  Sara unclicks her seatbelt and sits sideways. Her nipples are hard under her shirt and my hard-on burns at the sight. Her wavy brown hair falls in layers, framing her angelic face. Her skin and shimmering eyes reflect the soft blue light from the lit up dashboard. She’s the most beautiful thing that I’ve ever seen and from this day forward she will be mine.

  I don’t deserve her? Fuck that. Then I will become the kind of man that she deserves. I will become whatever I need to so that we can be together. Just the two of us and our child.

  “You’re not mad?” she asks, as she unzips my pants and pulls out my cock. How can I be mad with my dick in her hand?

  “No,” I say swallowing hard. “We can leave. Start a new life.”

  I take her wrist and remove her hand. I can’t concentrate with her fingers stroking me like that. And I want to make sure that I do this right.

  “I know a guy that can make passports,” I say. I only realize how crazy these words sound after they’ve already passed my lips. “We can start fresh in a new country with a new identity.”

  She’s staring at me with blank eyes. Not good.

  “I have money,” I say. “We can go anywhere you want. We can start over and do things right. No more killing for me. No more law school for you. You can be the painter that you always wanted to be.”

  She’s listening but her expression is frozen. I don’t ever want to stop talking because when I do the dreadful ‘no’ will come.

  “We can raise our child together in a real home. A home overflowing with love. She’ll never have to know our pasts.”

  A ripple of a smile swirls across her face. “She?” she asks.

  “Or he,” I say, even though I know it’s a girl. “Please Sara. I’ve never wanted anything so bad in my entire life. I want a family with you. I know I’m not the kind of package you expected but I’ll make it work. I’ll do whatever it takes to make it work.”

  Now it’s her turn to answer me with a kiss. My body melts in relief as her silky tongue brushes against mine.

  She leans back on her seat, pulling me down with her. We attack each other’s buttons and clothes in a frenzy until her pants are on the dashboard and her shirt is hanging from the steering wheel.

  Her spread pussy is dripping wet before me and I hesitate before sliding my cock in.

  “Just stick it in,” she says, groaning and shifting around in frustration.

  “I don’t want…”

  “What?!?” she asks, biting her lip with her eyes closed.

  “I don’t want to poke her in the forehead or anything,” I say.

  She opens her eyes and laughs. “She’s the size of a lentil you dolt. Just fuck me.”

  How can I deny her?

  I thrust into her with one fast pump. She gasps loud as she buries her nails in my tricep. I’m glad that the road we’re on seems to be really secluded because I’m about to make her scream.

  Her mouth is wide open as small whines escape from her throat. I cover her lips with my mouth and swallow them.

  I fuck her with hard thrusts, each one faster and deeper than the last. I grab her tits as she slams her hips back into mine, meeting me with every pump.

  Her pussy is so tight and it tightens even more as I go. This is the only pussy I’ll have for the rest of my life. And I’m totally fucking fine with that. Knowing that turns me on even more.

  “Fuck Colton,” she moans as I pull away from her mouth. “You’re going to make me come.”

  Her words spur me on. I grab the back of her neck with my hand and fuck her harder. She screams louder with every thrust until she’s bent forward, screaming into my shoulder.

  “I’m comi-” Her face twists and tightens as her orgasm rips her voice away. Her luscious body bucks and convulses under me. Her pussy constricts around my dick and she’s so tight that I feel my own orgasm following.

  “Fuck,” I grunt as I bury myself deep in her, filling her with my cum. A wave of pleasure washes through my body and I’m drowning in the bliss. I close my eyes, breathing in the scent of Sara’s hair, enjoying the moment while it lasts. The waves become weaker and weaker and I start to come down from the crazy high that her sweet pussy launched me up to.

  “I’ll go with you,” Sara whispers and I perk up.

  “You will?” I ask, like a dog who just got told that he’s going on a walk.

  “I’ll go anywhere with you,” she says, stroking her hand over my cheek. “I want you, me and our baby to be a family.”

  I have no words so I just kiss her. I kiss her like she just made all my dreams come true. Because she did.

  “Where do you want to go?” I ask when I’m back in my seat, pulling up my pants. “Italy, New Zealand, Argentina?”

  She looks upset and my heart drops. Was she just saying all of that in the heat of the moment? Has she changed her mind?

  “Sara,” I ask in barely a whisper. “Is everything okay?”

  Her brown eyes start to water as she looks at me. My stomach tightens.

  “Fedor told me something when he had me captured,” she says with her lip shaking. She pauses for a moment while she collects herself. She exhales hard and looks up at me. “My father was the one who gave the order to kill Olivia.”

  A coldness hits my core. It doesn’t make sense but deep down I know she is right even if I don’t know why.

  “Ichiro was working for Fedor at the time right?” she asks.

  I nod. My mouth is so dry.

  “My father approached him and got him to switch sides.” She’s fidgeting with her safety belt as she talks. “His first job was to kill her.”

  “But why?” I ask. What did Olivia have to do with anything? She wasn’t in the business at all.

  “Carmen thought that you were becoming soft because of her,” she explains. “You were his top hitman and he didn’t want to lose you. So he had Ichiro kill your wife and child, and blamed it on the Russian Brotherhood.”

  I sit back in my seat and close my eyes. I want to call her a liar but I can’t. I know that she’s telling the truth. I just can’t believe I didn’t figure it out before.

  “I’m sorry,” she says. “I thought that you should know.”

  I rub my brow trying to ward off an oncoming headache. This changes everything.

  Or does it?

  I already lost Olivia. I can’t lose Sara as well.

  We can forgive and forget, get Sara a passport and head to the ends of the earth, living our days out in paradise together.

  But a hitman never forgets.

  I can’t forget Olivia’s beautiful pregnant body turned an icy shade of blue. I can’t forget the blood and the sadness, the pain and the brilliant life he took away. And the life that didn’t have a chance to begin, snuffed out.

  My happiness with Sara doesn’t change the fact that her father has to pay. Carmen has to answer for his sins. With his life.

  Sara is watching me when I finally open my eyes. How do I tell the girl that I love that I’m going to kill her dad? How do I murder my child’s grandfather?

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sp; I don’t have the answers but that doesn’t mean Carmen is going to get a pass. His last view will be down the barrel of my gun.

  “I know what you’re going to do,” she says, with sadness in her eyes. “And I wouldn’t have told you if I wasn’t okay with it.”

  My heart races under her gaze.

  “Carmen is a…horrible man,” Sara says, staring down at her empty hands. “He deserves whatever is coming to him.”

  “He does,” I admit. “But he’s also your father.”

  She shakes his head. “Just because he knocked up my mother does not make him my father. It takes more than that in my opinion. Love, respect, tenderness. That’s what a father is supposed to be about.”

  She clutches her arms to her chest and I want to reach out for her but my hands are frozen in my lap.

  “If we leave without doing this,” she says with a pained expression on her face, “he’ll find us and he won’t show us the mercy that he doesn’t deserve.” She rubs her stomach and I picture the tiny baby inside. “We’ll never be safe or allowed to start over with him alive. He’ll find us.”

  I just start the car and nod. I know what I have to do to keep my family safe.

  “Then let’s go pay him a visit.”

  twenty

  Sara

  “Are you sure you want to go through with this?” Colton asks as the lock clicks open.

  I push past him and charge through the side door. How is that for an answer?

  Colton slides the tools that he picked the lock with back into his pocket and slowly closes the door behind him.

  We’re in the dark garage of my father’s mansion in the middle of the night. Colton disabled the security system outside in less than a minute. He holds up his lit up phone and an army of expensive cars take shape in the soft blue light.

  He glances back at the closed door and I walk the other way shaking my head. He doesn’t want me here. He said it isn’t a good idea, that he works alone, that it is too dangerous for me.

  I told him, ‘Fuck all that. I’m going.’

  He jogs to catch up to me and grabs my hand. “You should let me go first.”

  I’m about to answer when I see the gun in his gloved hands. It reminds me how serious all of this is. I nod and let him walk ahead.

  I glance down at my own hands with the blue latex gloves stretched over them and I wonder if they’ll be this clean at the end of the night.

  Colton listens at the door for a moment and when he’s satisfied that there’s no one on the other side he quickly picks the lock and opens it.

  The light is on in the kitchen but the dishwasher is going. That means the maids have gone for the night, which means that my father is either in bed or out on the town whoring around.

  Colton points to the ceiling and then places his index finger to his lips. I nod. No talking from here on out.

  We creep down the hallway on the marble floor and head for the large staircase by the entryway. Daisy is passed out on the living room couch. There’s a margarita glass, half full with white liquid and melted ice, on the floor beside her. Fucking skank. She fucked half the football team in high school and I had to pretend to smile while Carmen married her. After tonight I’ll never have to see her again.

  I give her the finger as I follow Colton up the stairs. My dad’s room is to the right. His bedroom is more of a wing than a room. It has an enormous bathroom with a walk-in shower that can fit a dozen or so people, and rumor has it that’s he’s had over a dozen women in there at the same time. There’s an office with a bar, and then there’s his massive bedroom with a ski resort sized fireplace.

  I try to be as quiet as I can as I follow Colton up the stairs. He hasn’t made a sound since we stepped into the garage. My hands start shaking on the top step. Is this really happening?

  Colton doesn’t hesitate. He’s a true professional and looks as calm as if he’s walking into a library on a Sunday afternoon.

  The door to Carmen’s room is not locked and Colton slides inside without a noise. He moves as quickly and silently as a shadow.

  Water is running in the bathroom and I take a deep, quiet breath as I follow Colton through the door.

  We pass the open closet with my father’s long line of shiny shoes and stuffed rack of expensive suits. I was never allowed in here as a kid. I remember hiding in his closet when I was nine. I was playing hide and go seek with my favorite maid and I came out holding a Ziploc bag of white powder. Carmen locked me in my room for the weekend and fired the maid.

  I won’t miss this place.

  With a father like Carmen it’s hard to have warm childhood memories.

  Colton stops at the entrance to the bathroom and turns to me as the sound of a toothbrush scratching on teeth hit my ears from the other room. “Ready?” he mouths.

  I take a deep breath and give him the slightest of nods.

  He peeks around the corner and then walks in, holding the gun up. My legs stop working and my hands start shaking again. Or did they ever stop?

  My dad screams out in terror and I rush into the room.

  “What the fuck Colton?” he yells, clutching his chest. His eyes widen when he sees me. “Sara!”

  He looks like a normal dad in his pajama pants and old, frayed t-shirt but the look doesn’t fool me. He is anything but a normal dad.

  “You found her,” Carmen says, ignoring the gun that Colton is pointing at him. He steps towards me with his arms open for a hug. It’s all an act. He hasn’t hugged me, ever.

  “That’s far enough Carmen,” Colton warns.

  Carmen turns to him with a smile so unnatural on his normally angry face that it looks almost comical. “I have to give it to you Colton,” he says, pretending not to notice the gloves on the hitman’s hands. “You said you were going to bring her back and you did. I owe you a debt of gratitude. How does one hundred thousand dollars sound?”

  Colton doesn’t flinch. “There’s only one thing that you can give me to settle your debt,” he says, his voice cold and steady.

  “What’s that?” Carmen asks, still holding his toothbrush in his hands. The water is still running into the sink behind him.

  “Your life.”

  My dad turns to me with a look of confusion on his face. “What is going on Sara?”

  I cross my arms and glare at him. He’s getting no help from me. “He knows.”

  He darts his head back and forth between Colton and me. “Knows what?”

  “You sent the Ninja Assassin to kill my girlfriend and unborn child?” Colton asks. “So I’d be a better soldier?”

  Carmen drops the smile. “It was the Russian Bratva,” he says, shaking his head. “They killed her. How much do you want for bringing my baby girl home? One million dollars?”

  “Ichiro said otherwise,” I say, not letting him off the hook. “We know it was you. Admit it and you get to live.”

  Colton flashes me a look.

  “Alright,” Carmen says, lowering his head. “I’ll admit what I know. It was Ichiro who killed your girlfriend. He was working for the Russian Brotherhood at the time but I only found out years later.”

  “It doesn’t matter what you say,” Colton says, squeezing the handle of the gun. “I know it was you.”

  I know it’s coming soon and there’s an empty feeling in the pit of my stomach. I glance back over my shoulder at the door that we walked in through. I’m having second thoughts about the whole thing. Do I really want to see my father die? No matter how much he deserves it?

  Colton lowers the gun and I take a breath of relief.

  “I’m not going to murder you in front of your daughter,” he says. “I’m better than that. I’m better than you. But I will tell you one thing.” He steps towards my dad. Carmen steps back and bumps into the counter.

  “Your daughter is leaving,” he says. “With me. You are done with the both of us. If we ever catch wind of you sniffing around us I’ll come back here and…” Colton looks down at his gun and sh
rugs. “I don’t have to explain it to you do I?”

  Carmen shakes his head violently from side to side. “You won’t hear from me again.” He turns to me and I drop my eyes down to the heated tile. Why do I feel bad? He’s had this coming for a long time.

  “You disappoint me, Sara,” he says, trying to play on my emotions. “What kind of daughter leaves their father and embarrasses him in the worst way?”

  “That’s what you’re worried about?” I ask. “How it will make you look? You don’t care about me. You never did.” I turn to leave. I’m done with this pathetic excuse for a man.

  “Fine then leave,” he says with a sneer. “Just like your mother. I guess the whores don’t fall far from the whore tree.”

  His eyes are full of hate. He’s just a sad old man trying to hurt me one last time. I won’t let him. His words roll off me like water on a raincoat.

  “That’s why I had to kill her,” he says, staring into my eyes. My shoulders and jaw drop as a sharp pain shoots through my heart. I was twelve when my mother died in a car accident, or so I thought.

  “Wha…” My mind is jumbled with incoherent thoughts. Did I just understand that right?

  Colton walks forward and slams the butt of the gun on the bridge of Carmen’s nose. He falls to his knees, screaming in pain, as blood gushes from the impact.

  “I said I’m not going to murder you in front of Sara,” he says, as he kicks him in the balls. “But I can rough you up a bit. She’ll be happy to see that.”

  I wince as Colton grabs the top of Carmen’s head and knees him in the face. He collapses to the floor and Colton turns his back on him.

  “Come, babe,” he says. He breaks me out of a trance when he touches my arm. “This guy is not worth another moment of your life.”

  I know he’s right. But I have to get the last word in.

  “You killed my mom?”

  He’s holding a towel to his gushing nose. There’s blood everywhere. “She tried to leave me.”

  “So?” I scream. “You hated her!”