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  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Blurb

  Also by Ella Sheridan

  Copyright

  Dedication

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  Chapter Twenty-Nine

  Chapter Thirty

  Chapter Thirty-One

  Chapter Thirty-Two

  Chapter Thirty-Three

  Epilogue

  About the Author

  ASSASSIN’S MARK

  ASSASSINS 2

  Ella Sheridan

  Blurb

  I knew the minute I saw him that Levi Agozi was too perfect to be real. I didn't care. He came to me, asked for me, and, dazzled by his dark good looks and the bad-boy aura surrounding him, I gave in. Willingly.

  My father is set to become the next governor of Georgia, and he'll use me to get there if he has to. He'll hand me over, virginity and all, to the man with the biggest bank account and political pull.

  I wanted something more.

  I wanted Levi. And I had him—until I woke up, drugged and confused, at his mercy. He’s a bad boy, all right. A sexy, deadly assassin. And I'm the pawn torn between him and my father, two powerful men intent on destroying each other.

  I might not understand their war, but I do understand one thing: no matter who wins, I lose.

  Also by Ella Sheridan

  Assassins

  The Assassin

  Assassin’s Mark

  Assassin’s Prey (Coming July 22, 2019)

  Assassin’s Heart (Coming September, 2019)

  Southern Nights

  Teach Me

  Trust Me

  Take Me

  Southern Nights: Enigma

  Come for Me

  Deceive Me

  Destroy Me

  Deny Me (Coming August, 2019)

  If Only

  Only for the Weekend

  Only for the Night

  Only for the Moment

  Secrets

  Unavailable

  Undisclosed

  Unshakable

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  Copyright

  Assassins: Assassin’s Mark

  Copyright © 2018 Ella Sheridan

  This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the writer's imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locale or organizations is entirely coincidental.

  All rights reserved. This copy is intended for the original purchaser of this e-book ONLY. No part of this e-book may be reproduced, scanned, or distributed in any printed or electronic form without prior written permission from the author. Please do not participate in or encourage piracy of copyrighted materials in violation of the author's rights. Purchase only authorized editions.

  Cover Artist: Mayhem Cover Creations

  Published in the United States.

  Dedication

  This book was written at a time when writing was one of my biggest fears. When just sitting down at the computer could make me sweat. And then my twin sister, Dani Wade, convinced me to take a chance on something fun.

  So I did. And it changed my writing life.

  Thank you, Sis. You are my best friend. You’re the only hand I trusted to hold on my way out of the wilderness. I love you!

  Acknowledgments

  No book is written in a vacuum. This book in particular was written for the serial reading app, Radish Fiction, who pushed the story and gave me the perfect opportunity to explore a new side of my writing psyche. Thank you to Radish and, in particular, my curator Katherine Pelz, for your support of my badass boys. We wouldn’t have got here without you.

  To my rock star beta reader, Erika, who fangirled on Levi and his brothers so hard I knew I had to finish their story. You waited months for new installments. I hope it was ultimately worth it! Thank you for your enthusiasm and your generous heart!

  Chapter One

  I’m not sure what I expected. I’d been to bars, but not the kind of bars with pool tables and smoke haze and men on the prowl for a one-night stand. The bars I’d been to specialized in cocktail hours and old men in business suits. The Full Moon wasn’t refined or elegant or quiet.

  It was everything I was not. Exactly where I needed to be tonight.

  “What’ll you have?” the bartender asked. He was staring at Candy’s breasts, but she didn’t seem to mind, just flashed him a sexier version of her friendly smile. Had she slept with him before?

  It was Renee who answered. “Pitcher of strawberry margaritas, Dave.”

  “Make that two,” Candy tacked on.

  Dave the Bartender nodded at her cleavage. “I’ll send ’em right over.”

  I followed my friends through the crowd toward a table Sarah had snagged while we ordered. The three women obviously had a routine. I’d known they were close, and the fact that they’d extended their little circle to include me from the first day we met in Nursing 101 class had touched me in ways they couldn’t possibly understand. They were normal girls with normal lives and normal homes. I wasn’t, but if they’d noticed, they didn’t mention it. No flicker of recognition at my name, no questions about where I lived or why I never went out when they invited me. Just basic friendship, no strings attached.

  They had no idea how rare that was.

  “So, Abby, see anything interesting?”

  Too much, actually. Heat flushed my cheeks. “Um…”

  Sarah giggled. “Wait till she’s got at least one margarita in her, Renee. Then ask.” She bumped my shoulder with hers. “The selection always looks better the later it gets.”

  The selection already looked pretty good to me. Most of the men were our age—early twenties—and not a suit and tie to be found. Jeans and half-buttoned shirts and messily styled hair were the go-to. A tattooed forearm or the wink of an earring wasn’t rare. Beers in hand, the men joshed each other while prowling the room, hungry gazes assessing each woman they came to. One by one they’d peel off with their choice, either to the dance floor or a table or the front door.

  What was it like to be the women they chose? In the circles my family required me to frequent, the barrier of my father’s name and status kept men away from me. Here, there were no barriers except my friends and my own insecurities. The idea that I could choose to ignore both and do whatever I wanted quickened my breath. Either I was excited or about to hyperventilate; I wasn’t certain which.

  I refused to let the terror win anymore.

  The margaritas arrived and we each poured ourselves one. The fruity yet tart liquid set my tongue alight like a sparkler on the Fourth of July, a pleasure I hadn’t experienced before. I savored it as I listened to the girls’ giggling commentary about each man who walked by. It wasn’t long
before the room went hazy with something other than smoke and I found myself joining in the conversation without reservation.

  I was pouring my second margarita when my phone vibrated in my back pocket. Two shorts, one long: my father. A healthy gulp helped bolster my confidence before I pulled the cell out for a look.

  I shouldn’t respond, shouldn’t care, but I clicked on the message anyway, just to see. Maybe he’d changed his mind. Maybe he was worried about me. Maybe he wanted to apologize, tell me he loved me for once in twenty-one years.

  Where the hell are you?

  Or maybe not. I returned the phone to my pocket.

  Sarah leaned close, her voice low. “Everything okay?”

  Renee and Candy were focused on the table of men to their right. I gave Sarah a wry smile. “My dad.” I took another drink. “It’ll blow over, I’m sure.”

  Sarah laid her hand over mine on the table and squeezed. The gesture mesmerized me. I couldn’t remember the last time someone had touched me because they cared. How sad was that?

  My phone buzzed again. I ignored it.

  “Holy shit.”

  Sarah’s hand left mine to grasp her drink. She took a gulp, her gaze trained somewhere over Candy’s head. I followed it.

  Holy shit is right.

  The man was tall, dark, and dangerous with a capital D. I’d never seen anyone like him, anyone who made my insides clench just looking at him. Thick dark hair, long on top and shaved close on the sides, highlighted perfect ears and a jaw chiseled from granite. His eyes seemed too light for that hair and his olive skin, shining like spotlights beneath dark brows, almost too intense to bear. And those lips. God. They hinted at sensual pleasures I could only guess at.

  He prowled across the room, a lean, muscular panther intent on prey—every woman’s fantasy, including mine.

  And he was headed straight for us.

  My gaze dropped to my drink. The tables around us held either men or couples, so I wasn’t mistaken about his focus. Which girl was he interested in? Sarah with her sweet smile? Or maybe Candy, with her unabashed sensuality?

  An empty glass stared back at me. I reached for the pitcher.

  “Hello, ladies.”

  My hand froze on the handle as the words quivered through my body. Look up! Look at him! But I couldn’t; I could only sit there like a dumbass holding the pitcher in my shaking grip and praying I didn’t make a fool of myself.

  No fear, remember?

  No fear. I tightened my grip, lifted. So far, so good. Somehow I managed to pour a fresh drink without spilling, replace the pitcher on the table. Despite the sick pounding of my heart in my throat, I made myself glance up.

  Gray eyes locked with mine.

  Lord, he’s beautiful.

  I expected him to look away, to focus on one of the other women. He didn’t. He stared—at me. Until the urge to squirm crawled up my spine and my cheeks burst into flames.

  “Hello.”

  Was that my voice, all breathy and…suggestive? It must’ve been; the other girls were staring, silent, their round eyes just as awed as I’m sure mine were. I looked back to the man looming over our table.

  He reached a hand out to me. “I’m Levi.”

  My fingers settled into his grip like they had been created to fit him. “Abby.”

  My voice cracked. I cleared my throat.

  “Hi, Abby.” He didn’t let go of my hand, didn’t glance around. Just held me captive with those intense eyes. “Would you dance with me?”

  Me?

  I barely managed not to say it aloud. Instead I looked to Sarah, who was frantically nodding. “Uh, okay. Sure.”

  Could I be any more awkward if I tried? Where was the vaunted hostess who demurely handled every crisis that arose?

  Maybe she’d died along with the dream that someday, somehow, my father would see me as his daughter and not his pawn.

  Levi tugged on my hand, urging me to my feet. My body responded to his command automatically, breaking through the nerves that had held me frozen. I didn’t want to be frozen, not anymore. And I didn’t want to miss this, not a minute of it.

  Chapter Two

  He kept ahold of me, merely lifting our joined hands over Candy’s and Renee’s heads. Was he afraid to let go, afraid I might run away? But no, a man like this wouldn’t feel fear. Could he sense my own? Was my palm clammy? God, please don’t let me make the biggest fool of myself ever.

  An actual smile tugged at my lips.

  “What?” he asked.

  Had he been watching me that closely then? “Just…” I clamped my lips shut over the words. No one needed access to my insecurities but me. “Thank you for asking me to dance.”

  Surprise softened his smile. “My pleasure.”

  The music changed as we reached the dance floor, from the latest pop single to a slow, sultry song. Levi raised his arm and twirled me beneath it. On the second spin his body blocked mine, plastering me against the hard muscles beneath his black shirt and jeans. Hard and hot—his body seared mine, as if I’d carry the impression of him on my skin for the rest of my life. And maybe I would. I certainly wanted to. Everything feminine in me flared to painful life, urging me to rub against him like a cat, roll myself in his scent, his heat. The rough, tanned skin of his throat was right in front of me, a delicious sprinkle of dark stubble guiding my eyes down to the collar of his button-down where a hint of a tattoo peeked out. This man was nothing like any other I’d known—hard-edged, powerful. Dangerous. And yet his arms surrounding my body made me feel utterly safe.

  He ducked his head beside mine and inhaled, taking in my scent. Like an animal.

  Don’t faint, Abby. Just don’t.

  I didn’t, but I did tighten my grip. My heeled boots brought me high enough that my head settled in the hollow vee beside his collarbone. I did my own inhaling. At my shiver, a hint of a smile tugged at the corner of Levi’s mouth. That smile fascinated me, made me want to forget the whole world and just focus right there, right now, shutting out everything but this moment. No worries, no pain, no but this is only… Just Levi and now. Just this song. Just—

  “So…is this your first time here?”

  I jerked my head up so fast I almost clipped his chin. “How did you know that?”

  Amusement lightened his gray eyes to silver. “Because I’ve never seen you here before.”

  So he was a regular. “I don’t get out much.”

  God, had I really said that? Before I could cover my awkwardness—with what, I didn’t know—Levi threw his head back and laughed. I couldn’t tell which caused more goose bumps, the throaty, rich sound of his amusement or the strong lines of his neck, begging me to explore them with tongue and teeth and lips and…

  Levi’s amusement darkened quickly, turning into something that left me breathless, especially when that stare settled on my mouth. “I find that a little hard to believe.”

  The heat in my cheeks returned. “I’m glad I decided to venture out tonight, at least,” I finally said.

  Levi’s grip tightened the slightest bit as he turned me. One thigh slid between mine, and there was no mistaking the feel of his arousal against my belly. “I’m glad you did too.”

  The phone in my back pocket vibrated. My father again. I ignored the buzz against my butt cheek and burrowed deeper into the male presence surrounding me.

  Levi didn’t chatter—another way he was different from the men I normally met. Polite conversation was a given among the rich and socially entitled. I’d learned the art to survive, not because I enjoyed it. Here, now, without the distraction of desperately searching for the right clever thing to say, I basked in Levi’s heat, the fluid way his body moved, the exciting brush of his chest against my aching nipples and his hard erection against my belly, leaving very little doubt that he was enjoying having me in his arms. I lapped up every moment, let it fill the emptiness that had opened like a black hole inside me earlier tonight.

  My buzzing phone refused to respect
my need, however. I didn’t have to be in the room with him to know my father was becoming livid—the constant vibrations against my ass told me that well enough. This was one instance where an aide wouldn’t be texting me. Dad wouldn’t want anyone to know his only child had run off rather than put in an appearance at the dinner where he planned to announce his gubernatorial candidacy. Not that Derrick Roslyn’s political ambitions had spooked me into running off.

  No, it had been the announcement of my arranged marriage that did that.

  Levi’s fingers skimmed down my side to grasp my hip, fingers so close to the curves that craved his touch. “Shouldn’t you answer that before someone blows a gasket?”

  “What?”

  I glanced up, meeting the same understanding amusement as before. Not cruel or taunting, as I’d so often encountered. Just genuine enjoyment of the moment. “Your phone.” He lowered his head until his mouth brushed my ear. “I don’t mind vibrators, but that’s not exactly what I had in mind.”

  I flushed so hot even the tips of my ears burned; surely Levi could feel it against his lips. A stutter fumbled my words before I managed to push something intelligible out. “He’ll give up soon.”