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My name is Harley Hastings.
Some people tend to underestimate me. I'm almost seventeen, and everyone thinks I'm just a kid. A rich kid, at that. But with a professional boxer for a Dad and a personal trainer for a mom, I'm well capable of looking after myself.
Oh, make that a dead professional boxer dad.
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I'm Cole Harper. Nineteen, poor, orphan, two kid sisters to support.
I know, my life sounds like every sob story ever heard. I think I need to include the part where I kill people for a living. You think it'd be better paid, wouldn't you? You'd also think after losing two parents, I would be reluctant to commit murder.
But, you see, I don't kill just anyone.
I kill murderers.
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Harley again. I don't believe in fate, right? But when you kind of get 'saved' one night by this boy (I must remind you I did not need saving), who is also trained in combat and happens to be involved with the man suspected of killing your father, I wouldn't call it coincidence.
I also wouldn't call it a wise decision to take a step into his world, because that step ends up leading both of us into more danger than I could have imagined.
Whoops.