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Leah's mission to find the man who kidnapped her sister is a dangerous game of love and war. Set in a world where danger lurks around every corner, Leah must choose between her feelings for Jackson and her mission to save her sister. Jackson wants to be all hers, but what will happen when he discovers that she's an assassin out to kill his father? Will she be able to save her sister and keep the man she loves? Or will she be forced to make a heartbreaking decision?
Chapter 1 PROLOGUE
"Leah do not walk away from me, just tell me why?" He said with his arms crossed aggressively.
By this time, I was getting frustrated. Maybe if I hurt his feeling he would understand. But then again, he wouldn't. Maybe one day he would see hurting his feelings is the best thing I could have done for him.
"It's always the same fight with you, what more do you want from me? I gave you everything that I had to offer!" I yelled as I pushed him.
"Leah, all I ever wanted to do was love you. Why can't you just let me?" He said as his whole demeanor changed. It was in that moment; I knew I hit the right button.
"Because I don't love anyone," I said as I began to sigh. "I can't have this fight with you anymore. It's over Jackson. I'm done." As I was walking away slowly, he began to yell out behind me.
"Runaway Leah, just like you always do. I'm not waiting on you anymore." He yelled. As I continued to close the door behind me, I heard a bang as glass shattered.
"Just breathe Leah, you're doing the right thing," I said to myself as I stood still in front of his door. Apart of me wants to open his door and tell him the reasons why I can't go on with this. I wish I could say, "I'm not supposed to love anyone Jackson. I can't trust anyone. I don't trust you. I can't love you Jackson, because if I were to love you right here, right now, in this moment, I would be the death of you." But instead of me killing you, I would rather let you go.
Love is a dangerous game. Sometimes we fight to keep the things we are meant to let go. Sometimes we try to hold on to the things that are meant to tear us apart in the first place. But now, my feelings for Jackson are only going to get in the way of me killing his father.
Maybe I should tell him it's not him, it's his father. Shit. That wouldn't make any sense. It's him too. How could he had not known. Did he know who I was the moment he laid his eyes on me? Was he playing this role so I wouldn't get close enough to figure everything out? Now I'm standing here questioning myself. Maybe I should kick this fucking door down and kill him right here, right now.
I sighed. I turned back around and knocked on his door. What the fuck was I thinking? He opened the door and stared. I pulled out my gun and aimed it to the center of his forehead. It was now or never.
I know you're probably wondering how we got here, so let me take you back to the beginning.
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