Emma decided to skip the gym and went home early. It was the last easy decision she made because she found her roommate being raped by the boyfriend. She had two choices. Call the cops and be killed by his family’s mafia connections or kill him first and hope to survive. There was no choice to her. She killed the bastard first and went to the one person who could protect her. Carter Reed. He’s a weapon for the rivaling mafia family, but he’s also Emma’s secret. Not only was he best friends with her brother, but she’s the reason he became that weapon in the first place
"You don't trust anyone, no one except Carter. Go to Carter. He'll take care of everything. He'll take care of you, Ems. I promise."
One of the last things Emma's brother AJ told her, before he was killed, was to trust no one but Carter. If she was in trouble, she should go to Carter. But it's been 10 years since AJ died. 10 years since she's seen Carter. In those 10 years Carter has changed. Beyond being absolutely gorgeous, Carter Reed has become a killer. He slaughtered all who were responsible for AJ's death and then joined with an infamous mob family to be their hit man. This is not the Carter that Emma once knew.
But when Emma walks in on her roommate being raped and choked by her boyfriend, she shoots first and asks questions later, her only option is to follow AJ's advise. Go to Carter. Unfortunately the boyfriends family is the same family responsible for AJ's death, and now Carter must protect her.
"I would declare war for you."
Oh Tijan, making women all over the world dream of having their own mob hit-man to love.
This book started off with a bang, immediately capturing you into the story. It was intense and you needed to know what would come next that there was no chance of you putting down your ereader. Then you get to Mr Silent but Deadly himself and you're basically in insta-love. Carter Reed is the strong silent type. He's not Mr Hearts and Flowers but when he shares his emotions, it's deep and real and you can do nothing but fall in love with him. Plus, hello, he has no problem murdering anyone who is a risk to your safety. There's lots of action in this book, friendships tested, and a good dose of hot sex.
Messages from friends while reading Carter Reed:
"Have you read Carter Reed? Swooooooon"
"I know you're sleeping but fuck, Carter, I'M IN LOVE"
"Tell me what happened." His plea was so soft.
I broke. This wasn't the stranger anymore. This was Carter, the boy I had grown up with. I flung my arms around him and pulled him down. Instead of fighting, I clung to him now.
He wrapped his arms around me and rolled to his side. He patted my back and tucked his head into the crook of my neck and shoulder. I felt his lips brush there as he repeated, "You have to tell me. I won't hurt you. I will protect you."
A shudder went through my body. At last. Those were the words I was desperate for. He moved his hands, one sliding down to my hip and the other cradling the back of my head, he pressed into me. The last of my reserve fled then. A gasp escaped me and I pressed against him. I needed him.
Shame flooded me. He knew. What kind of person was I? Fighting, running away, and then starting to tremble in his arms?
His hand started to caress my hip. His fingers slid underneath my shirt and moved under my pants' waistband. He held me there, his hand splayed out. I tried to resist, but I wanted to wind my legs around him. I wanted to pull him on top of me and feel his hand between my legs. But I didn't do anything. I lay there, still, as my heart pounded inside of me. He could feel the beat against him. The thumping drowned everything else out.
He pressed a soft kiss to my forehead and raised himself up again. He looked down at me. The plea in his eyes was still there. As he brushed some of my hair from my forehead, he asked, "Do you not trust me?"
I nodded. "I'm scared of you."
A small grin appeared at the corners of his mouth. "You are?"
"I don't know who you are anymore." I couldn't believe I was admitting any of that, but I needed to trust someone. I had to if I was going to survive what I had done. Feeling a little bit brave, I touched his chest. My hand spread out like his was on my back. His heart was steady. I murmured, "I know who you are. I know you're the Cold Killer. I know what you did for AJ." A tear slipped from the corner of my eye. It fell unheeded. "I always wanted to thank you for that."