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 took the emergency stairs down four floors before I caught the elevator. When I walked past the ballroom it was half-empty. I knew why, and it was confirmed when I got to the lobby. It was filled with gala guests who were, I was certain, trying to find out why the cops and an ambulance were pulling up, sirens blaring, in front of the building. The coatroom was to my left. I took advantage of the attendant’s absence to grab the first overcoat I could get my hands on. Going back the way I’d come, I put the coat on. It was big on me, but right then I didn’t care. Continuing down the hallway to the rear of the hotel, I found a service entrance and left the building.


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