Sniper | Fallen Angels MC #3

Sniper | Fallen Angels MC #3

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COMPLETE. Sniper, the Sergeant at Arms of the Fallen Angels, didn't have a fun childhood. The black sheep in his family meant he was stared at, glared at, and made fun of. They pushed him away, disapproving of the club from the start, but he had a new family now-one that wouldn't give up on him. Beatrice was raised by her father, a retired military man, grew up learning to shoot guns and throw knives from an early age. Her father raised her to be a tough, fighting machine, but she never got to follow her true passion: math. She'd been made fun of her love of math all her life, and dreamed of finding a career involving it, but was stuck working at her dad's arms store. Beatrice longed for a future that didn't exist, and Sniper longed for her.
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Rose: My new con. Find and possibly kill Briac Bledig. The man who is said to have killed my brother. I hide everything, it's my job. The life of a grifter is dangerous, if someone finds out who you are, you're dead faster than you can say 'thief'. You can't give any sign of who you are and must be able to change in the drop of a pin. But there he is, trying to see me, trying to make me break. There are two rules in my life. One: to write my own story and two to never fall for my own con. It was supposed to be the job of my life, to take revenge on the man who let my brother die, to make my brother at peace. But he is there, making me question everything, question the truth, question reality and more deadly... question myself falling for him. Spotter: I see everything. I look into someone and read what their life is, the threat level, what they need or want. But with her there is nothing. Just nothing. I have seen enough darkness in my life and I don't want any more but every time I see nothing in her dark eyes I want more, damning my soul all the more.

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