Eloise tossed and turned all night, now having a face to go with the name she’d heard so much about.
She dreamed of Nick “popping three” into a sweaty man’s forehead. How can such a nice, caring man be a stone-cold killer?
She knew it was their job to take down bad guys, but the way the guys talked about him, it was as though he didn’t have a soul.
Like Nick and Pierce are two completely different people. She should have known Pierce was his last name.
Anna does speak fondly of him, and she seemed to have a heart of gold. She rubbed her face roughly.
‘Why am I so bothered by this? Why do I care about him, anyway?’
She was a broken victim worth less than a frigging down payment for a house! It’s not like she could even figure out herself anymore.
Finally, she gave up, kicking off the
