****Warning- Not intended for those under 18 years and those
sensitive to extreme language, sex, and violence.****
For every action, there is a reaction.
For every decision, there is a consequence...
My husband is dead by my own hand.
Everyone assumed he died from his illness, but they assumed
wrong. My husband and I planned it exactly that way, making it look like his
disease took him earlier than what the doctors had predicted. It was a good
plan yet I knew things weren’t over…I knew I wasn’t safe.
I had single-handedly changed my whole life. I’m now on the
run, hundreds of miles away from the only place I've ever called home, trying
to lose the old me. I may have gotten away with what I had done, but my
husband’s brother was another story. He wouldn't stop until he got what he was
It's her brother-in-law who wants her in his possession, I’m
just the person chosen to find her. I may seem scary because I’m smooth,
controlled, and don’t make small talk, but I’m here to do my job and then I’m
gone. Nothing more. In my line of work there's no room for relationships, it's
too risky and dangerous to fall for anyone. But for once, I’m thrown. I had no
idea that the brother-in-law actually wants her back just so he can kill her.
I’m good at my job, but I’m not a killer. Despite all my previous rules, I find
my feelings starting to run deep for this woman. Knowing he wants her dead is
changing my life’s game plan.