The Mafia’s Hit by Shelly Morgan

Eat. Sleep. Kill. Repeat.

They never see me coming. And they will never know who I am. No one does, because I am no one. I have no real identity. There are no records of me anywhere – no birth certificate and no social security number. I wasn’t even given a name when I was brought into existence. I’m a ghost to the world and the bringer of death of those on my list.
Until him.
What happens when the only person who makes me feel anything is the person on my list? Can I finish the job and move on, or will he end up being my downfall?