Diana Foster & the Hitman

Diana Foster & the Hitman

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Who knew death could be so tempting? Only a few hours after witnessing her fathers murder, Diana comes head to head with the knowledge that she has a paid professional hit man after her. After being captured by hit man, 'Death', Dee's only idea to ensure that she survives is to offer a bigger reward for Death to help her design the perfect way to make the murderess pay for her heinous crimes rather then him killing her. With Death by her side, Diana is sure she will avenge her fathers murder. Not long after plans are in the making to subdue Debora and her serpent like personality, Diana begins to experience something that she likes to call Stockholm syndrome. She admits to herself that it's impossible, seeing as Death isn't her kidnapper nor is she in any imminent danger now that she has control over his end goal. She is quite simply experiencing a schoolgirl crush on this dangerous professional. Who wouldn't?
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"I thought we agreed on a mutual day of rest?" His large body was within inches of hers, their chests brushing with each breath. "Who ordered the hit?" He growled out and Omisha rolled her eyes. It was an unspoken rule to carry that kind of information to your grave- a rule she was certain Thorn knew. "And here I was thinking you were sort of smart." She remarked as she pressed the auto start button on her key fob. Thorn's hand roughly grabbed her arm and pushed her against her car, her fresh sutures protesting. "Look, if we're not fucking you have to stop man handling me." She groaned as his grip tightened effectively pushing her wound tighter against the car. "Would you be serious for two seconds?" He growled as he angrily searched her eyes for an ounce of information. ------ When an assassin's next hit is a widely feared hitman you'd expect plenty of bloodshed not a toxic romance. *Warning very graphic scenes of violence, death and sex* Full description inside!

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