Renegade

Renegade

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"I was doomed from the start, wasn't I?" she said to the wind, to the sun setting in the pink and purple sky. 26 was an assassin along with her sisters 21 and 24 at her father's organization. At the age of 18, 26 has killed more people than she would ever want to count but the faster she runs the quicker the ghosts from her past seem to catch up. Will she ever make it out? Is there really a light at the end of the tunnel or was it all built to fall apart? *Rated Mature for Violence, Murder, Abuse and Suicidal Ideation. Do not read if these are triggers. All of these elements are present in most of the chapters and are unavoidable.*
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