ied in a warehouse at

er. Molly Chavez, the woman I trusted, the woman I th

ly think I lov

han the knife she' d j

ullet meant for you, and what did I ge

arm wrapping around her waist. He smirked, the picture of tr

crete floor. My last thought was of their betray

opened

the window. The date on my monitor was the day I wa

My head of security

y Chavez is here f

ir. Molly stood in the doorway, a picture of feigned g

," I said, m

froze.

we paid her brother' s estate was more than gen

shock, then to pure rage. "What are

id, not even bothering to look

ionate Caleb Fowler was gone. In his place was a man the

e fool. This time, I would b