I shoot people for a living. I steal sh*t too.
I’ve come to terms with everything in my life, everything except her.
Claire and I are explosive, especially in bed.
But the last job did us in. There’s a reason they say don’t mix business with pleasure.
Everyone thinks I don’t remember anything, except that I love Samson.
But he keeps pushing me away. He says it’s to keep me safe, but I think he’s keeping secrets.
I want to fall back into his arms, his bed, but the job takes precedence.
It always has.
This time, however, I want love over money.