I looked up to my father, wondering if he wanted to answer the question I had asked him. "Dad we can skip that question."
"Yes let's do that." I pulled my notebook back open.
"What's a quote you base on your life?"
He smiled, I knew who the quote would be from, "An individual has not started living until he can rise above the narrow confines of his individualistic concerns to the broader concerns of all humanity" I smiled up at him. My mother had always said that to me. Martin was family to me. And to my dad, he was like a brother. You could ask my father something about Martin, and he could answer before you finished.
"Martin, right?" He laughed and nodded his head.
He grabbed his car keys and got up from the chair. "We all work together right?" I got up and my dad patted me on the back. This would be the time of my life.
A million dollar bounty, underground assassins, torture-it's all in a days work for assassin Jessie Wright.
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Molded into an assassin by the one who killed her parents, Jessie defies orders and goes rogue. Now with a bounty on her head, her only chance of survival may be with a man who's reputation is worse than her own.
Violence, Assault, Swearing.