The Bogeyman’s Woman Read Online Sam Crescent

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Insta-Love, Mafia, Paranormal, Romance Tags Authors:

Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 32755 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 164(@200wpm)___ 131(@250wpm)___ 109(@300wpm)

Ruin needs to kill a woman.
A beautiful woman with blue eyes and raven hair.
And he has no idea why.

He is the one they call when they need to clean up a mess. He’s the bogeyman.
But Callie Lawson is one target he doesn’t think he can handle. Why would a mafia capo want her dead? She’s a woman who has nothing and no one—a mundane existence that involves knitting. That’s all. He has to find everything out about her. He can’t get Callie out of his mind. And he can’t kill her.
Before losing her parents years ago, Callie promised her mother she would try to live her life. For the longest time she avoided it all, but not anymore. When a mysterious man sits with her and asks for her help knitting, Callie is struck by the handsome stranger.

Callie has never fallen in love but when it comes to Ruin, he makes her feel everything. He makes her want to live.
What will happen when the truth comes out? Will Ruin be able to save Callie from the monsters, or will he end up being the one to kill her?

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Chapter One

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you here before. Are you sure you’re in the right group?”

Her voice was even more delectable than he thought possible. Ruin studied his target, Callie Lawson, and had to wonder what she had done to piss off Dante Morelli.

It wasn’t down to rejection. Dante preferred younger women. More docile. The kind that didn’t know they were getting screwed left, right, and center by one of the most feared capos in the Giordano mafia.

Killing her would be so easy.

He’d been watching her for the past month, and so far he’d come to realize that Callie had no one waiting for her at home. At work, people ignored her. From what Dante told him, he’d let this woman go without any real explanation as to why. All his sources had told him she was a hard worker. She never ventured too deep into any kind of avenue. She lived her life on the edge. Even now, she sat in a knitting group but on a bench as far away from anyone else as possible. The only way anyone could tell she was part of the knitting group was down to the fact that she was actually knitting, the needles moving fluidly as she worked her ball of yarn.

Ruin stared down at the mess in his hands. He’d learned to cast on but wanted to make contact today, again something he had never done before in his life.

Killing people didn’t require becoming attached, and yet here he was, breaking all his rules. He didn’t give a fuck what people had done when he got the kill order. All he cared about was getting the job done properly and efficiently.

Callie was different, and he didn’t know why. Maybe it was the thick, black hair and innocent blue eyes. Or her sexy-as-fuck body. She had an abundance of curves, and Ruin had always loved a woman with a bit of meat on her body. In the circles he visited, they were always throwing skinny women at him. There was nothing wrong with them, but he liked a woman to grab onto. To be able to hold as he fucked her hard, making her take all of his cock, and hearing her beg and whimper as she took him.

Callie wasn’t a woman he could fuck. She was a target—a woman he needed to get rid of. There was a lot of money riding on this. What he didn’t know was why Dante had called him.

He was known as the Bogeyman. The man to get the job done. People feared him and he reveled in the knowledge. Killing didn’t bother him. There was no guilt or shame. Just … nothing. A void. Absolutely nothing.

Making contact with Callie broke his rules. She was going to die. He was going to be the one to kill her. End of story. Why the fuck was he sitting on a park bench, near her, pretending to learn to knit? She was the enemy. Dante had warned him that she was manipulative.

It wasn’t like the capo to get so worked up. Was that why he wanted to know who Callie was? He didn’t like Dante, never had. The bastard was cruel for fun. There was killing, but then there was torture.

Most of the men around him feared him. Ruin didn’t fear anyone. Unlike Dante, he wasn’t owned. No one held a claim to him, even though the Giordano wanted to take him as if he belonged to their mafia. After years of killing and lurking in the shadows, no one would take his freedom away from him. He’d been killing for nearly thirty years.

“I’ve heard it’s good for the fingers,” Ruin said, finally breaking his rule and making contact with the woman he had to kill.