Kaitlynn and her two children

Chapter 4

Word Count: 841 | Released on: Today at 16:05

Dawn locked in the back of his truck. Dwayne's out cold-looks like he took a nasty

yes, feigning shock. "

em," Frank said, watching her fa

ing to protect my baby. He was hurting Cason. I didn't m

wardly. "Don't you worry, Mrs. Richmond. Nobody's buying Dawn's story

tear away, her face instan

old me. I'm sorry you had to go through that, Kaitlynn.

tor." She manag

p, his breathing deep and even. Paige was curled up on the c

ark forest. The silence pressed in on her, ampli

ing them over like puzzle pieces. Sweetw

the original Kaitlynn's memories, but from somewhere else.

studying cartel intelligence. She searched for the keywords, letting her mind drift

n, it c

dacted, and dusty

the scenes, pulling strings to destabilize governments and control populations. The file

she remembered the name of the man who was supposed to b

gure in the shadow world. A man whose ruthlessness would become legend, but

but the file had mentioned a small tow

water

an aunt. A greedy, abus

. Her heart stopped, then star

l boy sleeping in the hospital bed. The boy with the bruised face and the ban

Rich

the Hive. The most dang

as torn from her throat, raw an

for creating a monster. The original Kaitlynn's death hadn't been an accident; it ha

hat script. She was the

survive. She was standing at the precipice of a nightmare. If she did nothing, Cason wo

not let th

was being swallowed by something stronger. Rage. Determination

ing face. Even in sleep, his brow was furrowed, as if he wer

e tear away with her thumb. Her touch wa

re what the script says. I'm rewriting it. You hear me, Cason? You're my son n

Chapter End

Claim Your Bonus at the APP

Open

Kaitlynn and her two children

Shi Liu Romance

“Top DEA agent Kaitlynn Bruce woke up to a heavy, chemical lethargy, only to realize she was trapped in the body of a weak, abused war widow. Before she could even process her new reality, she heard her sister-in-law counting cash, selling her unconscious body to a local thug for a measly two hundred dollars. The thug dragged her new seven-year-old son, Cason, into the bedroom. "Mommy!" When the boy reached out, the man brutally kicked his small body into a wooden doorframe, leaving him gasping and bleeding on the floor. Memories flooded Kaitlynn's mind. Her predecessor was a pathetic doormat whose husband's military pension had been bled dry by these greedy in-laws, leaving her children to starve and suffer endless abuse. But as Kaitlynn looked at the bleeding boy's dark, unnervingly alert eyes, a chilling piece of DEA intelligence clicked in her mind. Cason Richmond. The name, the town, the abusive aunt-it all matched the classified files of the "Director of the Hive," the most ruthless and feared cartel puppet master in the criminal underworld. How could this battered, starving child be destined to become the ultimate monster she used to hunt? The original widow's tragic death was supposed to be the catalyst that pushed this boy into total darkness. But Kaitlynn Bruce was not a victim. Adrenaline burning through the drugs, she cracked the thug's neck with a brass lamp and choked the sister-in-law against the wall. Looking down at the boy who was supposed to become a global nightmare, she made a vow. She was going to rewrite his script, even if she had to burn the whole world down to do it.”