The Right Mistake
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The Right Mistake
My clear blue eyes met his glowing green eyes the moment he stepped into sight. Even through the bustling crowd of different people from different places meeting their loved ones, my eyes found his in a heartbeat. He started to push past the mob to get to me. A single tear leaked, equivalent to all the tears I’ve ever let fall. I spun away, vanishing into the flurry of people, leaving him behind.
My name is Shirley Strode. Foster child. Handed over to my foster parent's brother when I was 7. He taught me to kill in strategic and smart ways when I turned 10. I made my first kill in the mens at a pub in northern Russia when I turned 14. Talk about a killer birthday present. I am now one of the most highly paid assassins compeating with rival organizations. This, is my story. . .
Tough 19 yr old Shirley Strode packed her bags, guns, and cash to escape to New York City, to get away from her assassin life. She's been trained to kill for the greater good since she was 14. Wanting to timidly let loose, and find friends and hot guys so she can forget her past.
After a 'quickie' assassantion of a russian mafia leader- (orphan) Shirley Strode's only ever father-figure (Connor) is killed in the middle of it. Blinded with a flurry of emotions, Shirley packs her bags to goto New York. She leaves her teenage assain life behind in hopes of getting a taste of a normal life. She meets new friends and boys. But what will she do when everything she has worked for so hard- can be ruined by her past life. Will her Assain life catch up with her and ruin the come-to-life fantasies she built? And ruin the relationship with the man she loves?
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