Two years.
Two long, excruciating years.
And now, here he was-waltzing back into my life like he hadn't shattered it into a million jagged pieces. Like the weight of his absence hadn't pressed down on me every single day since.
He stood there, cool and composed, as if the world hadn't tilted off its axis the moment he walked out. My world. And now, with one casual, infuriating grin, he managed to turn it upside down all over again.
Why couldn't my life be normal? Why did fate have this unrelenting obsession with screwing me over?
I laughed, a sharp, bitter sound that barely felt like my own.
"Hope? Yeah, I think I lost that somewhere between year one and year two." My voice came out hollow, a mask for the storm brewing inside.
I glanced away, swallowing the lump rising in my throat. "You know what?" I said, louder this time. "Screw life. Screw fate. And screw you too while we're at it."
Let him feel just a fraction of the chaos he'd left me with.
A million dollar bounty, underground assassins, torture-it's all in a days work for assassin Jessie Wright.
* * * * * *
Molded into an assassin by the one who killed her parents, Jessie defies orders and goes rogue. Now with a bounty on her head, her only chance of survival may be with a man who's reputation is worse than her own.
Violence, Assault, Swearing.