SOLD TO A KILLER: A Hitman Auction Romance

by Evelyn Glass

  Before I had a chance to go down that narcissistic line of thought any further, she was at the door. I hurried to open it, and smiled as we were face-to-face once again.

  “Hey,” she greeted me, clutching at the bag that was draped over her shoulder. “Good to see you again.”

  “You, too.” I stepped aside to let her in. “Less drama this time, I promise.”

  “Did you figure out how she got hurt?” she asked, glancing around the place until her eyes fell on Ella.

  “Nope.” I shook my head. “I’m still working on it.”

  “Fair enough.” She gave me a slightly odd look, and I realized how crazy that must sound to someone like her. Someone who didn’t know an ounce of what was going on in my life.

  I knew I should have just kissed Ella goodbye and headed out the door right then and there, but I found myself lingering. I just wanted to make sure they were okay together before I dumped them in each other’s company for a full evening. Mona made her way towards Ella, and sat down at the kitchen table with her. Ella didn’t look up from her coloring, so Mona just sat quietly in her company for a second, letting her get used to her presence.

  “So, uh, you’re okay to stay the night?” I asked, lurking awkwardly.

  She nodded. “My place is getting fumigated so this works out fine for me,” she said, shrugging. “The guest bedroom is upstairs and to the right, yeah?”

  “Yeah.” I nodded, and watched as Ella finally glanced up.

  “Hey!” Mona greeted her with a grin. “What are you coloring there?”

  “A dinosaur.” Ella turned the picture around so she could see it. Mona examined it with apparently genuine interest.

  “That’s awesome!” Mona exclaimed. “I love dinosaurs. What’s his name?”

  A few minutes later and the two of them were embroiled in a full-on conversation about this dinosaur that Ella was coloring in; my daughter had always had a kind of crazy imagination, so it wasn’t hard for her to get lost in her own little world. It was just good to see someone else who got that, and was willing to indulge it completely.

  “Uh, I think I’m going to head,” I cut in quietly, and walked around the table to give Ella a hug. “Be good!”

  “I will!” I could tell she was already keen to get back to her conversation with Mona. The two of them seemed to have hit it off already, and I would just be third wheeling if I stuck around.

  “I’ll see you both tomorrow.” I nodded at them, and Mona flashed me a brief smile. I felt my heart flip in my chest. Oh, come on, she’s the babysitter—could it be any more of a cliché? I went to grab my helmet from where it lived in the coat cupboard, shot one last look over my shoulder at the two of them, and went to wheel my bike out of the garage. The rain was falling again, but for once, it didn’t bother me—because I could trust in the fact that my daughter was safe, and that was the only thing I gave a damn about.

  Chapter Five

  I woke up the next morning, stretched out in the unfamiliar bed—even though I was here to do a job, it still felt outrageously luxurious to be spending a night away from home.

  The night had gone well—or at least I thought it had. Ella and I had spent most of it coloring, eating, and talking about dinosaurs. She was a sweet little girl, and now that I’d had the chance to spend a bit more time with her, I was almost certain that there wasn’t anything untoward going on in that house. So what was the deal with the first time I’d come around? I couldn’t put my finger on it, and couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something off about the situation.

  I climbed out of bed, and tugged my nightdress down to cover my legs—well, I say nightdress, it was really more a long shirt that one of my exes had abandoned at my place years before that I had started sleeping in because it was just so damn comfortable. It barely covered my ass but I didn’t really care—that wasn’t what I wore it for. I yawned widely, and made my way down the stairs, hoping that Ella hadn’t beaten me awake before I could make a coffee.

  “Uh, good morning.” A voice that decidedly wasn’t Ella’s came from the kitchen, and I practically launched myself out of my skin in shock—what the fuck!

  “Oh, hello.” I tried to sound casual as I met Jazz’s gaze, but it was hard when I was wearing nothing but a long shirt. I grabbed at the hem, trying to yank it down, and backed a little up the steps in the hopes he wouldn’t notice my indecency. “I didn’t hear you get back,” I commented, knowing how ridiculous this must all sound coming from someone who was hurriedly running away before they accidentally flashed their employer everything below the waist.

  “Yeah, you were both asleep when I got in, so I was quiet.” He shrugged. “I’m surprised you got her off to sleep to easily—she usually wants to stay up all night when she meets someone new.”

  “Oh, she tried,” I assured him. “But I managed to convince her otherwise.”

  “Good, good,” he laughed. “Oh, and if you want to go get dressed, I won’t hold it against you.”

  “Thanks!” I called after myself as I dashed back into my room to throw on my clothes and rake a brush through my hair. It would just be the two of us, alone together—fuck, was I ready for that? I ignored my pitter-pattering heartbeat and focused on pulling my hair up into a ponytail to get it away from my face so I looked some semblance of human when I went back downstairs. Come on. I was still a professional, and besides, I had stuff I needed to discuss with him.

  I returned down the stairs, taking my time and pretending that our first encounter hadn’t happened at all. He grinned at me as I approached him, and poured me a cup of coffee from the pot on the sideboard.

  “Sleep well?” he inquired, and I nodded.

  “Like a baby,” I sighed. “Good to get out of the house for a while, you know what I mean?”

  “I agree entirely.” He raised his mug to me as though toasting what I’d just said, and I stirred in a spoonful of sugar to my coffee. It smelled amazing, and I could already feel it perking me up.

  “So,” I began, leaning up against the counter, “I got a call from my supervisor last night.”

  “Oh no.” Jazz’s face paled. “You’re not in trouble, are you?”

  “No, no.” I shook my head. “But she wants to pop around for an hour and do one last inspection. Put this to rest once and for all.”

  “Okay,” he said, visibly relaxing. “When?”

  “She was hoping to do it today.” I pulled a face. “I know it’s short notice, but—”

  “That sounds fine. Tell her whenever she wants to come around, she can.”

  “Oh, cool.” I reached for my phone. “Can I give her a call? I’ll get it set up now.”

  “Go ahead.” He waved his hand in my direction, and it seemed as though he was pretty distracted. I wondered if he was worried about another inspection getting carried out, or just pissed that this seemed to keep happening to him. I knew that if I was him, I would be firmly in the latter category.

  I called Amanda and told her that she could come around whenever she wanted—she agreed to pop over as soon as she could, and climbed in her car as we finished up the call. I returned to my coffee, and found Jazz still staring off into space as through he couldn’t shake a particular set of thoughts from his brain.

  “You okay?” I asked gently, and he snapped out of it, turning to me and smiling broadly. God, that smile—it was one of the finest sights I’d ever laid eyes on, his eyes crinkling happily as his face transformed. I couldn’t help but smile back, almost on instinct.

  “I’m good. Just tired. I haven’t been out like that in a while, you know?”

  I nodded knowingly, as if I had a clue what he was talking about. I mean, I didn’t know what he was up to. Maybe he was talking about a date? Not a very successful one if he ended up back here, the nasty part of my brain added, and I did my best to ignore it.

  “Yeah, of course,” I agreed. “It must be odd for you being away from Ella, too.”

  “It really is,” he sighe
d. “I miss her so much, even when I’m just away for a few hours, you know?”

  “I can only imagine.” I held my hands up. “I don’t have any kids of my own.”

  “And yet you work with them for a living,” he remarked, with his head cocked to the side.

  “Well, I love them.” I shrugged. “Especially when they’re as adorable as your daughter.”

  He glanced up the stairs, towards her room, and smiled fondly. “Yeah, she is a perfect little thing, isn’t she? Was she good last night? I know she can be kinda full-on when she meets new people…”

  “She was lovely,” I replied firmly. “Very sweet. And creative! She’s got an amazing imagination for a kid her age.”

  “I love that about her,” he said, grinning. “My mom always made me think up my own stories and come up with my own characters. I think it’s good for a kid of her age not to just have everything pushed on her by movies and TV, you know?”

  He took a sip of his coffee, and we sat in companionable silence for a couple of moments, and I had to admit—I found this guy really impressive as a father. Yeah, maybe he was hiding something—I was sure Amanda would sniff it out, whatever it was—but he obviously adored his daughter so much; it was a pleasure to hear him talk about her. I wondered where her mom was, or if she was on the scene at all—they had obviously split up, but how much out of Ella’s life was she? Dammit, I was letting my weird attraction to hot men who were good with kids get in the way of what I was meant to be doing, which was scouting out if there was anything going on in this house.

  Before either of us had a chance to speak again, there came a little patter of footsteps from the stairs. Both of us turned, and grinned as we saw Ella making her way towards us.

  “Hey, honey,” Jazz greeted her, and she hurried over to him to give him a hug. She buried her face in his stomach and squeezed tight.

  “I missed you, Baddy,” she mumbled into him, and he hugged her back.

  “I missed you too,” he affirmed, glancing up at me and raising his eyebrows playfully. He scooped her up into his arms and planted her down on the table so she was at the same height as the rest of us.

  “How was your night?” he asked, but before she could answer, the doorbell rang.

  “You want me to get it?” I suggested, and he nodded.

  “If you wouldn’t mind?”

  I went to open the door, and found myself face-to-face with Amanda. She cocked a brow at me, obviously amused by my apparent domesticity.

  “Don’t say anything,” I warned her, wagging a playful finger at her. She held her hands up and made her way into the house.

  “You must be Jazz.” She marched over to him, holding out her hand.

  He got to his feet and took it. “Yeah, that’s me. Feel free to go ahead with the inspection. If there’s anything you need me to do, just let me know.”

  “Thank you.” She glanced down at her clipboard. “I’ll just go ahead and get started, then?”

  Jazz spread his hands wide. “Anything you need.”

  It was an hour-long inspection, the kind that takes place just so the inspector can get a feel for what kind of life these people might be leading. When you brought out someone like Amanda, you could be sure that you were going to get the whole story—she’d been doing this long enough to know what was a put-on and what was reality. I could never read her face, but I was pretty sure it was going well. After the hour had passed, Amanda took Jazz aside and asked if she could speak to him alone for a few minutes. He nodded, and hustled Ella off to watch TV while we spoke.

  “Well, first off, I don’t see anything wrong with the household you’re raising your daughter in,” she affirmed, and I could see Jazz visibly relax. “But there are some questions which need to be answered.”

  “Like?” Jazz prompted, obviously wanting this to be done so he could go back to spending time with his daughter.

  “I think we have to ask why we keep getting these welfare calls about you and your daughter,” she continued seriously, meeting his gaze and holding it steadily. “Because we’ve sent agents out here multiple times, and found nothing. Do you know why people might be phoning in these calls on you? Any enemies who might want to unsettle you? Any neighbors with an axe to grind?”

  “I’m pretty sure it’s the neighbors,” he sighed, running a hand over his head. “I don’t know how they found out, but…”

  He hesitated for a long moment before he continued, and I found myself leaning forward, keen to hear what would come out of his mouth next. Was this to do with the criminal charges?

  “They know that I’m involved with the Desert Marauders,” he finally breathed out. The name didn’t mean anything to me, but Amanda’s eyebrows vanished beneath her bangs as the words came out of his mouth.

  “The motorcycle gang?” she clarified, and he nodded.

  “How would they know that? And how does it affect them?”

  “I think they think it’s means I’m bad news,” he went on. “Even though we’re not involved with anything…illegal. Or particularly dangerous.”

  “And you think this is why they’re calling in these checks on your daughter?” Amanda made a note of something on her clipboard, and Jazz nodded again.

  “I think so.”

  “Do you think that had something to do with Ella getting hurt?” I blurted out before I could stop myself. I needed an explanation for that before I could trust this guy.

  “I’m looking into it best I can.” Jazz glanced up at me. “I found footprints in the kitchen after she climbed out of the window. Man-size, not mine. I think whoever it was must have had something to do with it.”

  “Really?” I leaned in. I wanted to believe him, but there was that little skeptical part of my brain that just wouldn’t let me without something more concrete to hang this all on. He fumbled in his pocket for his phone, tapped on the screen, and pulled up some pictures. He held his cell out to me, and I took it.

  The picture showed his kitchen floor, the one beneath our very feet at that moment, with two large, smudged footprints bang in the center.

  “Why didn’t you call the police?” Amanda asked, and he shook his head.

  “They don’t tend to be very responsive to guys like me,” he said, shrugging. “They would probably have just assumed that I had hurt Ella and set this up to hide it, or one of my guys had done the same.”

  “Your guys?” I wondered aloud.

  “From the club.”

  “And you’re certain it wasn’t any of them?” Amanda pressed. He met her gaze steadily, and I could tell he was pretty mad at even the implication.

  “I’m totally sure.”

  That was all I needed to hear—the conviction in his voice came off of him in waves.

  “Well, thank you for your time today.” Amanda got to her feet, and shook his hand once again. “We’ll come back to collect copies of those pictures to put with your report, and we’ll be in touch if we need anything else.”

  “Thanks.” He bowed his head, clearly glad it was all over. He glanced at me, and I felt a flutter in my chest. I wasn’t ready to be done with this guy—not quite yet, at any rate. He caught me by the arm, gently, and pulled me close, close enough that I could smell the shampoo from his still-wet hair. I stared at him, my eyes flicking down to his lips, and wondered for a crazy second if he was going to kiss me.

  “I’ll call you about more babysitting, yeah?” He raised his eyebrows, and I nodded. I glanced over at Amanda, silently asking if this was okay.

  “I actually think it’ll be good for you.” She clasped her hands together. “Not to mention for Ella’s recovering after the…incident.”

  Phew. Okay. Heartbeat returning to normal, even if my brain was a little disappointed. I headed for the door, and back out on the street—back to reality, back to my own shitty little apartment, and back to a life without smoking-hot single dads who ran motorcycle clubs.

  Chapter Six

  It was incredible how quickly
you could adapt to something new.

  I had thought that anything that took me away from Ella would change my life for the worse, but it turned out that Mona only made it better.

  She was amazing with my daughter—there was no doubt about that. She didn’t try and play mommy, but instead just reached out to her as a companion. I knew Ella adored her. She had never said as much to me, but it was clear from her excitement every time Mona appeared at the door, and her quiet little pout when it was time for her to go. I took it personally the first couple of times, but I began to relax when I saw what an amazing impact Mona was having on her life. And mine.