Sold to the Hitman - A Mafia Bad Boy Romance

She's terrified of me. She should be.I'm no saint, but apparently even killers have limits.When the Bratva hired me as security for the night, I didn't know it was a flesh trade. I could have kept my cool, done my job, but then I saw her. Pure as a lily, dressed in skimpy lingerie, and being auctioned off to the foulest men in Brighton Beach.I'm not used to this white knight shit, but I did what I...