#2 in the Mission series (coming soon) ▬▬▬ Three years. That's how long Jordan could last in having a normal life. She had gotten rid of her tracker, moved to a different city, changed her look and joined a college. And then it all changed when her ex showed up at her door, bloody and exhausted with a gun in his hand, dragging her back into her old life. ▬▬▬ Jordan looked at Jackson leaning on the door, blood dripping from his head, his shirt torn up and his gun held tight in his hand. She could hear Jacob yelling at the game on the TV in the back. She sighed. "Three bloody years. Well, it was fun while it lasted." ▬▬▬