I Trained the Hitman Sent to Kill Me
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For three years, the man I met online has called me Mistress. I've never seen his face.
Tonight, a bullet tears through my shoulder at my mafia family's welcome dinner. I hide in a linen closet, but the hitman follows me. A silver tag slips from under his shirt: Vee's Good Boy. I gave it to him. He doesn't know the woman behind the door is the one he's been begging to meet.
I text him an order. His gun vanishes from the doorway. Then his footsteps come back.
Tonight, a bullet tears through my shoulder at my mafia family's welcome dinner. I hide in a linen closet, but the hitman follows me. A silver tag slips from under his shirt: Vee's Good Boy. I gave it to him. He doesn't know the woman behind the door is the one he's been begging to meet.
I text him an order. His gun vanishes from the doorway. Then his footsteps come back.


















































