"Go to hell!" She spat out.

I could feel my lips curling into a smirk as I advanced towards her.

"Oh I will, sweetheart, and I'll make sure I drag you down there with me."

"Don't come any closer, or I'll shoot." She warned but even as she spoke she edged back slowly.

"Then shoot me."

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Nate Cohen is being framed for a murder he didn't commit.
In order to clear his name and find the real culprit he must join forces with the strong-headed, steel-willed Verena Dawson.
A woman who gets on his very last nerve and the killer's next target.

❝My Demons wanted you and I surrendered to them.❞

Demons From The Past

I remember this one time he asked me to stop dating a guy because he knew too much about baseball!

Finally we reached the shooting range and I jumped out of the car as soon as I could, thanking God for my escape.

/"Hey Charles!/" I greeted the pleasant middle aged man who worked here.

I'd grown familiar with the place and all the people who worked here due to the fact that I spent most of my free time here, trying to perfect my aim. It was a good way to release my pent up frustration.

/"Verena, thank God! I was starting to get worried when you didn't show up for two whole weeks./"

I gave him an awkward smile, /"Erm, yeah. . . I've been a little busy lately./"

/"Good to see you back again, and who is this?/" Charles beamed.

/"This is my brother Trevor. Trevor meet Charles./" I introduced them.

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