After about 2 weeks from "Emma Millers' death" I retired from the agency and 3 months after that on July, 17, 2005 I married my "fair maiden" we moved to San Diego, California had two children of our own 3 altogether got normal jobs and lived our happily ever after. Or so we thought somehow the agency found out what happened and kidnapped Emma and our three kids. This was it apparently I had to go back in. I grabbed my Beretta, Glock 17, M4A1, C4, and Spas 12. As well as my parachute, and night vision goggles, wire cutters, and keys to my car. It took 10 hours but I finally made it to the HQ I walked around to the back and cut the power, the lights went out and I blasted open the door. I made my way inside and up the stairs to the torture room I took out two more guards guarding the door kill #23 I said to myself as I opened the door. That's when I saw him but he wasn't alone no he was far from that, "daddy help!" came a voice from the back of the room. The leader looked me right in the eyes and said in a cold quiet voice, "looks like you have a choice to make," then just like that him and his men were gone.
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Love Kills
RomanceThis is a romantic/action story in which a handsome man falls for a gorgeous woman but one day things take a turn for the worst when he gets a hit list with her name what will he do
