I kill people for a living. If they’re lucky, I only have to rough them up. It’s rare they’re lucky.
I know I work for a tyrant. Anyone who has the misfortune of getting on George Lynch’s bad side should know their days are numbered. I’m the gun in his holster, the one he draws to take care of ‘problems.’ The one he uses so he doesn’t have to get his hands dirty.
George saved me from a life of crime that would have landed me in jail. Now I commit even worse crimes that would earn me the death penalty if I ever got caught. George has me under his thumb. I guess we’re both lucky that I never get tired of killing.
That’s why I don’t understand why he assigned me this little project. Kidnap a girl and keep her locked away in one of his houses with all the creature comforts like some pampered pet.
The job was supposed to be easy. Kendall was supposed to be a submissive little mouse. I thought she would obey my every command.
I was wrong.
Now I’m caught up in something that could cost me everything. Having to choose between love and my very life. Is it even worth it? Because who could ever love a beast?