Total pages in book: 34
Estimated words: 31820 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 159(@200wpm)___ 127(@250wpm)___ 106(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 31820 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 159(@200wpm)___ 127(@250wpm)___ 106(@300wpm)
Knox smirked. She refused to say his clients’ names. It was one of her rules.
Blondie One was Patricia Lease, the greedy, gold-digging wife of Marshal. Marshal was Blondie’s husband, currently living at Knox’s home, being waited on by Ava and watched over by himself. Marshal had caught wind of his deceptive wife’s plans, and paid him twice as much to keep him alive.
This had been going on for nearly two months. Patricia kept trying to get him to reconsider. Marshal refused to put a hit out on his wife, so it had been a vicious circle. He was also aware that Ava had to kill a hit man who attempted to land on his property to complete the job. Ava didn’t seem to mind, but Knox was pissed off.
He and Ava had met in strange circumstances. It had been at a Halloween party, three years ago. Knox had been asked by one of his local cop friends to play the hero and help bring down a rapist and serial killer. To make a long story short, Ava would have been the latest victim of the rapist/serial killer. Instead, Knox killed him and took Ava for himself. He found her chained to a human-sized dartboard, where some had already been thrown at her. One had gone into her stomach and another into her shoulder. From then, a rare friendship had bloomed. She had taken the role as his PA in all things, and he kept her close.
Now, he couldn’t imagine his life without her, and he didn’t want to. Which was why he was looking forward to heading home.
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Ava clicked the knitting needles together and loved the soft pastel wool as it slowly turned into something. She loved following a pattern, even if it meant she had to mark every single line she made, and count as she went.
At the end of a hardworking day, sitting in front of a roaring fire, this was the life. She had the home security tablet in front of her, which showed every camera on the property, along with any potential alert to an intruder. On the coffee table was a gun, a simple Glock, and a hunting knife, for a just-in-case occasion that she needed to use it. Blondie’s husband had already gone to bed, as he spent another five hours complaining about the female species and how unfair it was. A rich man could no longer trust women as they were all just after his money. She couldn’t dispute his assessment.
The man was hiding out with her and Knox until he decided how to handle his wife. Blondie One was starting to panic as the money was not as easily accessible as she thought it would be. It was becoming a bit of a headache.
Ava was tempted to take the bitch out herself, but that was against the rules, and besides, she had only ever fought in self-defense. She also knew she hadn’t killed but maimed the intruder, while Knox came in and finished him off. She had yet to kill anyone.
She didn’t know if she should be disturbed by the fact death didn’t bother her. The first time she met Knox, it had been as he killed a man intent on killing her. The piece of shit had already stolen her off the streets and chained her to a large dartboard, using her as target practice.
Ava didn’t know how she had gotten so unlucky, yet finding Knox had to have been the best thing that ever happened to her. She had never gone back to her shitty apartment, which, no matter what she did, seemed to be infested with some creature. She hated mess. She loved to keep everything neat and tidy.
It was strange, because her style often didn’t match her mood. Some might consider her to have a dark personality, after everything she had seen and witnessed. Yet, she wore pastels. Like now, she wore a pair of light blue jeans, a pink, three-quarter-sleeve shirt, and a pair of bright yellow socks. Her blonde hair was pulled into a ponytail, and she had even put a little pastel pink at the tips of her roots. She couldn’t help it. She loved pink, and blue, and green. She loved bright colors.
However, she didn’t cry at romance movies. She laughed at horror films.
And she also loved to knit and keep everything neatly organized.
Knox’s profession didn’t faze her at all. He was a contract killer and her best friend. In fact, he was the only friend she had ever known. She had never made friends easily. For all her love of bright colors, she didn’t have a bubbly personality, and she rarely smiled.
Ava didn’t move as she heard the main door open and close. She had already seen Knox arrive home and park his car in the driveway. He never used any of the garages for his cars. He didn’t believe cars needed an extra home. She didn’t care what he used his garages for.