Boardroom Ties by Nicole Fox

I’m trying to kill my husband.
I’m really effing bad at it.
Hiring a growly, gorgeous, rotten-to-the-core hitman to help couldn’t possibly go wrong…
… Right?

My husband is a monster, and he deserves to die.
But no matter how hard I try, ya girl is not a killer.
Matvei Satyrin, though? He DEFINITELY is.

A lawyer by day and a Bratva hitman by night, Matvei makes “cold-blooded” seem like room temp.
Lord knows he looks the part, too. Tall enough to scrape the courtroom ceiling, hair darker than my husband’s sins, and a growly voice that makes my insides do a very shaky two-step… It’s like the Grim Reaper went to Milan Fashion Week.
More importantly, he’s got the murdery know-how I need to complete my revenge.

But plotting requires proximity, and proximity leads to poor decisions, and before I know it, there’s a motion pending in my uterus.

Yeah, it’s a mess. I know that.
But I underestimated just how messy it could get.

The plan goes off without a hitch.
Then, as soon as has my husband shuffled off this mortal coil, Matvei turns, looks at me, and smirks.

Uh-oh.
I don’t like that look.
I don’t like that look at all.
Nor do I like when he snarls, “Looks like you belong to me now, darling.”