She only exists to satisfy me. After that, it's lights out.

Zeno
She was cast to the streets the day she came of age, left to starve in a city full of junkies and violent criminals.
I took her in, gave her shelter, safety, and food, but it wasn't out of the kindness of my heart.
I have no heart.
Instead I have a plan: Marry her, dispose of her, then make off the with the inheritance she doesn't know that she has.
It's ruthless, but then again, I never claimed to be a saint.
I'm a bratva hitman, and I'm about to score the ultimate target.

His Target is a dark standalone mafia romance packed with action, and drenched in sinful submission.