I was an average man, not at all violent, until a bastard tricked my best friend into killing my lover, Mick. When that happened, with my best friend in prison for life, I took things into my own hands and killed the bastard.<br><br>Not too soon after, a man contacted me. The man Mick had worked for -- as a vigilante. He convinced me to take Mick's place, once I'd been trained to do what Mick had done.<br><br>I did. Now I'm a not so average man who might, just might, be falling in love with another vigilante. Coop Frost, to be exact. That is, if we can survive what comes next.

Not Your Average Man

“As good as I expected,” Angel said, examining the sniper rifle. Then she opened the pistol case. “Yep. He knew his guns. Not that I doubted it.” She was looking at Mick’s Ruger SR22. “Good for close up work,” she told me. I nodded and she smiled. “You already knew that.” She checked out Mick’s other gun, a 9mm, semi-automatic, and approved as well


She liked his choice of knife—a double-edged one with a six-inch blade. “Think you could kill someone with this?” she asked me.


“To be honest, I’m not sure. There’s something about the idea of stabbing a person…”


“Not stab, Zane. Cut their throat.” When I hissed in a breath, she said, “We’ll deal with training you for that when the time comes. From your reaction, I think we’ll stick to guns for now. What are you carrying?”


I looked at her in confusion, replying, “I’m not.” I was lying, of course, but I didn’t think she’d catch onto that.


Chapter 11