She only exists to satisfy me. After that, it's lights out. Zeno She was cast to the streets the day she came of age, left to starve in a city full of junkies and violent criminals. I took her in, gave her shelter, safety, and food, but it wasn't out of the kindness of my heart. I have no heart. Instead I have a plan: Marry her, dispose of her, then make off the with the inheritance she doesn't know that she has. It's ruthless, but then again, I never claimed to be a saint. I'm a bratva hitman, and I'm about to score the ultimate target. His Target is a dark standalone mafia romance packed with action, and drenched in sinful submission.