Sunday Sample

Hey reading family! Beautiful Assassin will release this Thursday, November 14th and as we prepare to catch up with Celine and Brian, here’s a Sunday Sample. But be WARNED, this sample is not suitable for young readers. Enjoy.

Prologue

“It’s not time. She’ll kill you quicker than you can blink.” 

Felix Briggs glared at Dexter McKenzie, frustration filling his veins as he pointed at the man behind the desk.

“You said if I followed you, you would help me avenge my family, but every time I come to you with proof that I’m ready, you pull this shit! How long am I supposed to wait!? Her army is building with each passing day. It’s been two fucking years—”

“And still, she’ll slaughter your ass before you can get off a shot!”

Dexter rose from the high-backed leather office chair, his scowl transforming his face like a menacing bulldog.

In the underground headquarters of Simon Cross—the former boss of the west—the two stared angrily at each other, neither of them wanting to concede. 

“Do not forget. You were there in the room. You watched her blow off the head of everyone who defied her. This will not be something you can train for. The type of skill you’ll need to take off her head comes with experience and mastery, and you possess neither.”

Dexter loosened the tie around his neck, his long day of pretending to be a home insurance salesman coming to an end. 

“I’ve got an army ready for war, and the Devereaux organization won’t see it coming. They are confident that all of the remaining men have scattered, and they own all four boroughs.”

“Fuck your army.” Dexter shook his head as Felix’s grimace deepened. “One by one, she will pick them off and leave you for last so you can witness her massacre. Then, she’ll stand you in front of the mirror and make you watch your own death.”

Felix squared his toned shoulders, confident and determined. “You sound afraid. But I’m not scared of no bitch.”

When Felix entered the life of gunrunning, it was because it was a quick way to make money. He was seventeen and ready for all that life had to offer. 

That was four years ago when he’d had the mentorship of his uncle Devon Briggs to coach him about the game of gunrunning, the rules, and players. Then, the only thing Felix cared about was making sure he could take care of his disabled wife, who he’d married right out of high school. He quickly became her sole caregiver after a freak accident while vacationing on their honeymoon. 

The first few years had been a breeze. The operations Felix became a part of happened smoothly, without any disruption. But after Celine Devereaux assassinated his uncle Devon, he’d slowly learned that she’d been married to his absentee father, igniting a sudden craving that thirsted for revenge.

“That bitch,” Dexter drawled, snapping Felix out of his maddening thoughts, “is the Queen of the Devereaux organization. The only way to get to her is from the inside. We’ve got a man on her but not close enough.”

Felix sighed harshly, then turned on his heels, the scuff of his sneakers squeaking against the tiled floor. He strolled in denim jeans and a button-down shirt to the door, unnerved and ready to put an end to a long wait.

“She spared you once. She won’t do it again. There is no mercy for those that go against her.”

Felix’s steps halted, but his back remained to Dexter. 

“If you’re really ready, you must wait for a time when she is vulnerable. When her guard is down, and mistakes are made.”

The room quieted.

“When will that be?” Felix asked.

“I’ll let you know. Until then, make sure your men are ready at all times and take your ass back to the dormitory and train.”

Felix turned to Dexter. “I’ve trained for twelve months solid!”

“She’s trained her whole life!” Dexter smacked his hand on top of the mahogany table. “Train some more!”

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