Filthy for the Hitman

I bought her just to get a taste.

The ambitious girl is playing a risky game.
And she's decided to cross the wrong hired killer – me.
I'll let her go with her life intact…
But her body belongs to me now.

MICA

I started out with nothing.
Four bucks in my pocket and big dreams in my heart.
I knew Hollywood was just waiting for me.
I'd be a big star, if only I could get to Los Angeles.

But I never made it.

Instead, I got stuck a few hours away at a pretty mansion where drug-fueled parties ruled twenty-four hours a day.
The pay was good, but being an escort is a dangerous career.
One slip could land me on the streets – or in my grave.

I need to get out of here…
Before it's too late.

That's where the hitman comes in.
Ford Taylor is supposed to be nothing but a hired thug.
If I play my cards right, I can get the tattooed outlaw wrapped around my finger.

But it turns out that he was playing me all along.

I find out too late that Ford's boss might be the devil himself.
Ford will do anything to pay off his debt and get free of the monster's grasp.

And he's gonna use me to make that happen.

He thinks he owns me now.
Hell, he might be right.
All I know is that I've got to convince him that I'm worth saving…
Instead of selling my body to the highest bidder.

FORD
The sultry beauty had me fooled – at first.
Flying solo in a tough road house, I thought she was the one in trouble…
Until I lose my bankroll at poker.

I was in some deep sh!t with some very dangerous men.
The fiery redhead escort is the only one with the skills to get me out with the clothes on my back and my skull intact.

I thought I owed her a huge favor.

But it's only afterwards that I realize Mica is for sale.
And suddenly, the tables turn.

She belongs to me now.

I grab the girl by the throat and let her know who her master is.
All I want to do is pay off my debt and disappear into the L. A. sunset.
This girl is my golden ticket out.

But when the little aspiring starlet steals something incredibly valuable from me, my plans for escape are forced to take a backseat.
I can't leave until I have it – and her – back in my hands again.