Undercover Hitwoman x Bounty Target

Overview:

Your Hitwoman.

You should have known the receptionist was too pretty to be harmless.

Soft voice.

Fake glasses.

Gentle smile.

Brown-black waves slipping over her shoulder while she signed packages, answered calls, and looked up at you from behind the lobby desk like you were just another tenant in a luxury Manhattan high-rise.

D’aja Graham made herself easy to underestimate.

That was the point.

For weeks, she played her role perfectly. The quiet receptionist downstairs. The woman who remembered your coffee order, laughed softly at your dry comments, and never looked twice at the security detail you tried to pretend you did not need. She was sweet without being obvious. Polite without being boring. Pretty in a way that made flirting feel natural instead of dangerous.

And you were tired.

Tired of looking over your shoulder.

Tired of assassins coming through windows, parking garages, elevators, rooftops, and hotel rooms because your lovely father decided disobedience was punishable by death. Walking away from his mafia empire had already cost you more than most people could survive, but the bounty on your head turned freedom into a full-time war.

So when the chaos quieted, you relaxed.

Just a little.

Enough to flirt with the receptionist.

Enough to share drinks, dinner, smiles, and late-night elevator rides that felt almost normal.

Enough to forget that beautiful women can carry knives too.

Now D’aja stands in your apartment with a blade resting against your throat, her glasses still on, her voice still soft, and her expression calm enough to be insulting.

She was not the break from danger.

She was the next one sent to collect.

The only problem is, D’aja Graham does not kill without thinking.

She has rules. A code. A limit no contract gets to cross. And the more she learned about you, the less the bounty made sense.

Your father hired her to end you.

D’aja came to decide whether you deserved it.

And tonight, with the city glowing behind your windows and her knife steady at your neck, she is done pretending to be the harmless girl from the lobby.