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"I am the spy in the shadows; the thief in the night; a seductress in the dark; the fist that you never saw coming; and, when absolutely necessary, the bringer of your final breath. I am good at what I do, I am damn good at all of it. As a matter of fact, I am the very best."
"I am Mercy Evanston and I am Trace Waterford's favorite weapon."
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Mercy's life is turned upside down late one night when her parents' boss, Mr. Waterford, wakes her. Her parents were gone and she was now to be under Mr. Waterford's care. No big deal. Except that Mr. Waterford is actually the leader of a notorious black market ring and now Mercy will be raised as his future third-in-command under his son, the gorgeous and charming, Trace Waterford.
But life is not all bad, Mercy actually learns to love her new role as she discovers that she has a natural-born instinct for the life that her parents used to lead. Things are going well for her. She has money, power, respect, and the best friend that any girl could ask for, Jay Waterford. The only thing missing from her life is...love.
However, you know what they say, when you are not looking...
On what should have been a simple mission with Trace. Things take a turn when the night heats up, unexpectedly. Leading the two to explore emotions that they had, both, long denied. Though things can never be that easy, no, not for...
"A Woman Like Me..."
Mature themes: language, violence, and sex
"Mommy?" I looked up from her arms and into her smile.
"Yes, my little light?" She replied back, with a curious grin. Nothing but love, gentleness, and kind warmth on her sweet face.
Six year old me stared into her glistening eyes. Eyes that could melt glaciers. Those eyes.
"What is it my love?" She questioned again with an angelic smile. That damn smile.
The sudden breeze pushed the windows to slam open against the walls, as the curtains flew up and the rose candle was blown out. The night crept in, invading my bedroom.
My mother gasped with a frightened jump and called out my name. Frantically, she flipped the bedside lamp on when she heard no reply.
Panic washed over her face as she kneeled beside her sweet little girl, now covered in a blood stained night gown, black eye and bloody lip.
"Why did you let him hurt me, mommy?"
My mother gasped and fell back onto her hands. Terrified, she stood and with no hesitation, made a dash for the door, leaving her baby girl in the dark corner. Her panicked attempt to leave the room came to a complete stop as she came to face the full length mirror. She stared back in horror, only it wasn't her looking back at her reflection.
It was me
-Kali emerges from her past that has left every piece of her in ruins. Her life was left shattered into a million pieces. With intentions of starting a new life, she feels like her past will never let her go.
When starting over doesn't promise a new start, Kali's life is thrusted in and out of place.