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    Torn
    Torn
    Torn
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    Torn

    By Mia Ford

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    The day my fiancé was brutally gunned down before my eyes, my entire life changed forever. Gone was the sweet and innocent bride-to-be who wanted nothing more than to get married and have babies. She was replaced by a tattooed biker bitch hell-bent on revenge. I'm going to make The Wright Brothers pay for what they've done. I'll see them all dead if it's the last thing I do…

    I strolled into that dive bar with the intention of killing Rick Wright, the gang leader responsible for the death of my fiancé.  He might not have pulled the trigger, but he was the man in charge, so I was holding him personally responsible.  I had it all planned. I would seduce him, get him alone, then put a bullet in his head.

    The one thing I hadn't counted on was him being so charming, not to mention smoking hot.  He had a smile that he used as a weapon. All he had to do was point it my way and I melted in my panties. 

    Once I got him naked and in my bed, would I be able to put a bullet in his head, or would the site of his naked body and the surge of my own desires wash away my need for revenge forever? 

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherMia Ford
    Release dateDec 7, 2018
    ISBN9781386597322
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      The day my fiancé was brutally gunned down before my eyes, my entire life changed forever. Gone was the sweet and innocent bride-to-be who wanted nothing more than to get married and have babies. She was replaced by a tattooed biker bitch hell bent on revenge. I’m going to make The Wright Brothers pay for what they’ve done. I’ll see them all dead if it’s the last thing I do...

      I strolled into that dive bar with the intention of killing Rick Wright, the gang leader responsible for the death of my fiancé.  He might not have pulled the trigger, but he was the man in charge, so I was holding him personally responsible.  I had it all planned. I would seduce him, get him alone, then put a bullet in his head.

      The one thing I hadn’t counted on was him being so charming, not to mention smoking hot.  He had a smile that he used like a weapon. All he had to do was point it my way and I melted in my panties. 

      Once I got him naked and in my bed, would I be able to put a bullet in his head, or would the site of his naked body and the surge of my own desires wash away my need for revenge forever?

      PROLOG: SANDY DUVAL

      Imet the love of my life on Tuesday, January 26 th .

      He asked me to marry him on Saturday, May 3rd.

      The wedding was scheduled for Saturday, October 15th.

      He died in my arms on Sunday, July 24th.

      I decided to kill the man responsible for his death at the exact moment the last breath slipped from my lover’s body.

      Now, it’s all I think about.

      Killing Rick Wright.

      A man I’ve never even met, but can’t wait to kill.

      CHAPTER ONE: SANDY

      Imissed those long nights when I’d lie awake thinking about my wedding day.  I thought about how best to wear my hair, how I’d do my makeup, who would help me get ready, what song we’d dance to for our first dance and a thousand other things.

      I already had my dress, which, as wedding dresses go, was a pretty simple design. 

      On a hairdresser’s pay, I couldn’t afford anything fancy with a long train and a veil, not that I wanted anything like that.  I was a simple girl with simple tastes, and I was marrying a simple man. 

      Brent worked in the service department at the local Ford dealership.  I cut hair at Cost Clippers.  Together, we’d make enough to have a nice, simple life, like our parents.

      Funny, how I keep using that word: simple.

      Sad, because nothing is simple anymore. 

      I bought my wedding dress off Craig’s List for two hundred dollars from a bride whose marriage had lasted less than a year.  It was a lacy white dress that was bought off the discount rack at David’s Bridal; floor length, with a high neckline and long sleeves.  The girl kept calling it antique looking, which I think meant that is was purposefully made to look old.

      I remembered trying it on in the girl’s bedroom, staring at myself in the full-length mirror she had mounted to the back of the closet door.  It fit like it was made especially for me.  I’m tall for a girl, like 5’8 in bare feet, but I’m also curvy.  My sister, April, always said that I got my big boobs and wide hips from my mom and my short temper from my dad.

      I bought the dress and rushed home to show it to April and my mom.  I was so proud of that dress.  I couldn’t wait to try it on and show it off to them.  I couldn’t wait for Brent to see me in it as I walked down the aisle.  I thought he was just gonna die when he saw me. 

      Fuck. 

      What did I say that...?

      I rolled over and balled up the covers in my hands and tucked them under my chin.

      I tried to sob quietly, so April didn’t hear me.

      I’d moved back home, out of the apartment Brent and I had rented less than a month before he was killed.  I couldn’t afford to live there on my own. 

      I was back in the same room April and I shared growing up.  April was just eighteen, six years younger than me, and just starting junior college.  She needed her space and her sleep, but she welcomed me home with open arms.  They all did; April, mom, dad.  They tried to make me feel like it was all going to be all right, that one day I’d wake up to find that I hadn’t cried myself to sleep the night before. 

      Time heals all wounds, my mom kept saying as if it was a mantra for driving away the spirit and memory of my dead lover. 

      That was bullshit. 

      For me, time makes all wounds grow deeper. 

      Time makes them fester and grow, like cancer that eats at your heart and soul, until it consumes you, leaving nothing but an empty shell and the desire to simply lay down and die.

      April rolled over and sighed.  I buried my face in the pillow to stifle my tears.  After a moment, I could hear her snoring softly.  I found some comfort in the sound of my sister’s breathing.  It was so calm, so peaceful.  It was the breathing of a girl whose greatest worry in the world was which pair of cute jeans she should wear to the mall on Friday night to make the boys notice her. 

      I remembered those days.

      For me, they were gone for good.  

      I wiped my eyes on the blanket and forced the tears away. 

      I used to lie awake nights thinking about my wedding.

      Now I lie awake and wonder how many good people are killed every year just because they’re in the wrong place at the wrong time.

      I knew of at least one.

      And he died before he could see me in my wedding dress.

      For some reason, that was the saddest thing of all.

      CHAPTER TWO: RICK WRIGHT

      Ipulled the black Lincoln Navigator into a spot in the parking lot in front of Crown Jewelers and slid the gear into park.  I parked far enough away so no one would notice us watching the place. 

      I left the motor running so the cool air would keep pumping out of the vents in the dash.  It was the middle of September and hot as fuck in the city. 

      The black t-shirt I wore clung to my sweaty back like a second skin.  My next truck would have those built-in seat coolers like I saw advertised on TV.  After this job, I’d go check out the new Navigators.  If everything went as planned I’d be able to buy a fucking fleet of them in a couple of weeks.

      I was a Lincoln man way before that fuck Matthew McConoughey started doing their commercials.  I was still a Lincoln man despite him.  Fuck their commercials and Matthew McConoughey.  I just loved Lincolns; always had, always will. 

      Eddie, my little brother, best friend, and second in command, was slumped in the passenger seat with a black baseball cap pulled low over his eyes.  I shook my head at him.  He didn’t seem to comprehend that the heavily-tinted windows prevented anyone from seeing inside the truck.  Even the upper part of the windshield had a heavy tent, obstructing our faces from traffic cams.

      Funny, during a job,

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