I am Callaia Sosa - a wanted woman, an unwanted daughter, beloved granddchild to one of the Syndicate's most decorated spies, 'heathen' heiress, and Commander of a secret organization of vigilante agents. I've got a bad habit of sticking my nose where others don't want it sniffing and a hellacious drive to protect my team of agents at any personal cost.
As spontaneous as my life is, a few things have always been predictable - my handpicked team would be at my side in the thick of things and Paw would be there to welcome me home like nothing I went through had happened at all. That's all changing.
Paw is sick - dying - and I don't have the luxury of staying by his side to the end. Too many people depend on me. On top of that, he's gotten it in his head I need to make friends with the enemy, a Syndicate Faction of fourteen government lackeys that work for the United Nations - the same assholes determined to bring us to ruin.
Unable to turn my dying grandfather's request down, now the fourteen of them, along with my own seven agents, are joining me on what is probably the most dangerous mission I've yet to agree to. The stakes are high, and we're practically flying blind. I've never taken on something of this scale before, and despite the brave face I show the others, I can't help but feel like I'm in over my head. Half of the Faction are royal assholes and the other half seem more preoccupied with flirting. Blackbourne is by far proving to be the biggest hindrance, and our inability to get along leads to a disastrous outcome...
Spread apart across a foreign land, one by one we are taken down until all that's left to fight back are myself, a trigger happy Russian, his geek boyfriend, and a flirtatious pretty boy with different colored eyes. It's up to us to save the others. It's up to us to get everyone out alive.
Thing is, the odds are stacked against us, and the only way in is by becoming just like the enemy.
Time to pull off the perfect crime.