Genre: Action, Drama, Romance
Mila Wicks, Special Forces Sergeant Engineer, has been through the works. Over the span of fours years, she learned to love a man almost as impossible as her; only to lose him. An Op gone bad takes his life in the worst way possible for a Special Forces Operative. Two years in, she's still hunting, looking for the chance to rid the earth of rebels that stole her love. What happens when she meets faces from the past?
The Op that stole her husband comes back to rear its ugly face back into her field of vision, giving her the chance at vengeance she so desperately craves. Does she follow her quest for vengeance? Or does she follow the orders of the man that's slowly breaking the bullet proof walls she's constructed around her heart? Is living in the past really living? Or is it just surviving until the future comes?
Excerpt:
"We've always kept it real between us right?" I nod at his words, listening to his pause, as he draws in a labored breath. "It ain't good huh?" My throat tightens. Our reality sucks.
"They want to start you on dialysis." He glares at the wall, his eyes move to stare out the window. Neither of us like that news.
"I'm a fucking prisoner in my body, what happened to that noble death I was promised?" He attempts to make a joke and I give him my best smile. Rubbing his hand I can't find the right answer for him. I don't have the right answer.
"I'm sorry darling, I don't like this anymore than you." Jackson turns to look back at me, a resolve stealing itself in his eyes.
"Give me your gun." I shake my head as my brows furrow, my stiffens like a steel rod.
"What? Why the hell do you need my gun? You can't go shooting the white coats." His smile softens, flipping our hands to rub my thigh with the back of his. My throat closes on itself.
"Baby, we both know the truth. I ain't walking away from this. I can't die strapped down like a dog. Lets make it easy for all of us, I'm hurting bad, it's only going to get worse." I shake my head standing as I tighten my grip.
"You made me a promise. Said you wouldn't give up, not until you were taken from me." He squeezes my hand giving me his best smile, his eyes getting misty.
"Baby, some promises are best made to be broken. We're both hurting, I need to tap out, this ain't a life I want to be condemned to." I can't tear my eyes away from his, I let my tears fall freely, my throat closes.
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