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

I think Angel realized that because she grinned. “You’re going to be a good asset to the team, Zane. I’m sure of that, now.”


When I went into work at the bar after my two days off, it felt like coming home. Garth greeted me like a long-lost son and the regular patrons acted as if I’d been gone for a month.


“It’s not like I don’t have two days off every week,” I told one of them.


“Yeah, but we know when they are and can plan accordingly, up here,” the guy replied, tapping his forehead.


I rolled my eyes and got back to what I was doing—fixing drinks and keeping an eye on the people to make certain none of them was over-indulging to the point where I’d have to cut them off. The life of a bartender, and one I thoroughly enjoyed.


Chapter 15