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Leysa Romera, Codename, Firehawk. Former MARSOC Raider, First and Only female to ever make it past graduation. 28 years old, last of her squadron.
Honorably discharged with a Medal of Honor, she got security clearance with the federal government for all fifty states, and gained it within 8 of the 9 she knew languages in. Employed with Eagle Protection Services, and one close call later, she was bound to resign, until a new case popped up.
Mason Clairmont, Codename, Scorpio. Former Navy SEAL, one of two left in his squadron. Took over his father's legacy after he discharged and resumed the business. With his bodyguard retiring, he needed a new one, and he only accepted veterans.
But when Romera comes crashing into his life, things take a turn for the worse. Will these two realize that things are supposed to stay professional for a reason, or will they crash and burn, reliving fate for a second time?
***THIS STORY GOES ON HOLD IN NOVEMBER. ***
I will be at boot camp in February 2020, then my MOS Tech School two weeks after I finish up for 24-48 weeks.
PLEASE DO NOT BEG ABOUT UPDATES AS I WILL NOT HAVE ACCESS TO A PHONE OR COMPUTER FOR 8.5 WEEKS.
Choosing her cost me everything I'd ever loved... including her.
It's why I left the small town where I grew up and vowed never to return.
I'm no longer the golden boy with a bright future they all remember. Instead, I carry the scars of a tortured past. A broken man deemed unfit, even by the Navy SEALs he'd dedicated the past decade to serve.
What was supposed to be a quick trip to sell my parent's property turned into this twisted journey that forced me to confront my demons.
And then there she was. My first love, and deepest regret. The woman who still owns every piece of my blackened heart. When she asked for my time, I couldn't refuse.
Now I can't walk away.
Not after hearing of the danger her husband, a missing FBI agent, has brought to her doorstep. After everything, I owe her my help. It's why I offer to protect her and her two little girls from the danger circling them.
It's a vow I never should have made, given the trail of bodies I've left in my wake.
Like the harbinger of death, I'm the last man either of us should trust.