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    Hits In Heels
    Hits In Heels
    Hits In Heels
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    Hits In Heels

    By katie gironda

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    Amelia Snow is a beautiful and strong government vigilante that kills the worst kind of criminals, until everything changes and she becomes one of the victims. While Amelia faces losing her dignity and her life a man she barely knows, but just might love, does everything he can to track her down and save her before it's too late.

    LanguageEnglish
    Publisherkatie gironda
    Release dateAug 4, 2011
    ISBN9781466114494
    Hits In Heels
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    katie gironda

    Writer of Amelia Snow in Hits In Heels, book two is in the making! Mother of two, wife, restaurant owner, and artist. My life is beautiful!

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      Hits In Heels - katie gironda

      Katie Gironda

      Copyright 2011 by Katie Gironda

      Smashwords Edition

      Chapter 1

      I could hear faint voices between a man and a woman inside the simply built two story house. Embellishing outside of the home were potted plants on the porch and chimes that danced in the wind. An identical house that looked better conserved over time was edged up along this one intrusively. The area gave off a feel of the type of place you’d want to raise your children, unless of course you knew what lived in this particular house. The homes were aligned perfectly in a cul-de-sac. My handgun was loaded and crammed between my new faded jeans and my firm stomach. I edged my way along the siding of the house trying to catch a glimpse of movement inside. I could have sworn I saw a shadow moving quickly to my right where the fresh cut grass met a field that seemed to swallow what little glow the moon offered. I had that spooky feeling you get when you think you’re being watched. Waiting to follow through with the hit had me on edge as I tried to turn my concentration back to the job. I squatted and pulled my cell phone from my pocket. I hit one and before it could ring the subtle greeting of my partner was on the line.

      Scarlett, I thought I saw a shadow and it made me feel uneasy. Just watch my back extra close. I’m waiting for the house lights to go out then I’ll move in. I waited for Scarlett to respond but she was awkwardly silent. Pick me up when you see the flicker. I always keep a tiny light to get her attention when a job was done. Flashing it a couple of times was just enough for only Scarlett to notice.

      The neighborhood lights have been going out. She paused for a moment and I couldn’t help but worry her mind might be elsewhere tonight, which would make me unable to rely on her watching my back. So I think your all clear Ames. I'll see you soon. Scarlett said dryly. She may have been frustrated from being stuck in the car on this job; lord knows I’d never be the one sitting in a car. But I wasn’t the type of girl that liked to kill with someone at my side. The phone clicked and as I stuffed it into my pocket I heard the slightest movement, followed by a gun being cocked. My heart leapt into my throat and my pulse sped up. Professional killers are rarely caught off guard. The fear subsided within seconds and I became pissed.

      Don't move. Who invited you to my party? His voice was commanding and followed by an antagonizing laughter. I cringed in defeat and looked around in fear he'd give us away. I knew that voice from one meeting before this; it’s the kind of voice that belongs to the man that woman can only dream of catching for themselves. Joe Morgan is built like a god and moves like a tiger but he’s dangerous and in my book a heartbreaker. His dark brown hair had a glow of red under the outside house light. It reminded me of the way hair glows in fashion magazines.

      This is my hit Joe, or are you using an alias tonight? I can't keep track of your names, must be a similar situation with your woman. The side of my mouth curled up in pride from my bitchy comment.

      Joe grunted as though he couldn’t decide whether to laugh or explain he didn’t have any woman. I knew he didn’t have any woman because word gets around the office fast, from what I have heard he’s been asking about me, which is flattering and also annoying. I looked up to see his muscular form towering over me. His amazing hair blew copiously in the night breeze and I looked away bashfully trying not to let him notice I was admiring his blue eyes glimmering in the moonlight. A perfect smile formed on his thin lips in a pursuing way and I felt his body move towards mine.

      As he bent down to level with my eyes I could tell he was planning the right words to convince me to give up this hit or intrude on it and get in my way. Either way he was bound to win the situation with persistence and get on my nerves but arguing with him was something I couldn’t control, it was the most action I had from a man in months.

      Just don't waste your breath trying to convince me. I'm not giving up this hit to you, come along if you insist on getting in my way. I sounded aggravated by his presence and proud of myself for taking control of the situation. I lifted my hand thinking about pointing my finger at him but it seemed childish so I lowered it.

      He let his gun swing freely between his legs as his elbows wrested on his knees. The thought to grab it away crossed my mind but I decided against it, knowing he was probably just as fast as me and didn’t pose a threat anyway.

      I tried hard not to look into his powerful eyes and see the look I'm sure he used on all woman to get what he wanted. Sighing deeply I lifted my head and offered him a forceful glare. It was my way of making sure he wouldn’t overstep any boundaries while I did the hit.

      I’m confused; you don't even need this hit. Why would you take a hit like this? Word on the street is you moved up to more substantial killings. I tossed a loose strand of golden hair out of my face and looked at him with attitude.

      Scarlett, the company gossip queen, had told me Joe was now a hit man for politicians and terrorists within the same agency. I had heard about the agency containing contract killers in that area but the details are kept in the bedroom. The information I did have on his type of killings were vague and wanting to know more I decided the effort to question him would have to be put on the back burner. In that moment my kill was what I needed to focus on even though Joe was making it hard on my mind.

      I heard through an overseer you took the job. So I wanted to apologize for last time. I don't want your hits. Not anymore. The ladies aren’t as lovely in my new line of work so I came looking for you. His lips turned up in a smile and I refused to offer one back, instead I rolled my eyes. It serves him right for feeling guilty about intruding on my last hit that involved a murderer. I shivered at the memory of the man’s careless intoxicated look after murdering a young woman who had rejected him. They always seem to stare at me with cold lifeless eyes after they were already dead. Joe’s apology was more than I expected from him and he must have noticed me smiling because he moved close to touch my leg. I picked up his index finger and removed it from my leg making a disgusted face. I laughed under my breath and smiled at him.

      Joe, you won’t be any fun for me if you make yourself so easy. I gave him a push and realized I had that feeling in my stomach you get in high school when the boy you like is into you. The feeling faded when I touched my gun under my shirt and tried to paint an image of the man I was about to kill in my head. It was a technique I used in emotional situations, my job was my most stable mind set and there it was saving me from going week like a teenager.

      The air moved as Joe and I stood at the same time, his scent found its way to my nose. It was the most enticing natural scent I had ever smelled on a man and I sighed feeling a little defeated by his good looks and manly scent. Sliding my way to the back door I pulled a silver picking tool from my pocket and within seconds I could smell the aroma of home cooking and stale cigarettes as the door inched open.

      Joes hand warmed my lower back as he pushed me into the house and I quickly aimed my glock at his cheek.

      Don’t touch. I couldn't hear my whisper come out but he seemed to read my lips just fine and raised his hands in surrender.

      The house was dimly lit by old

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