PROLOGUE
No.
This was not happening.
Nah-uh.
Impossible.
Denial mode – ON.
My life was not crappy.
My ex-boyfriend was not involved in some major drug trafficking business.
My apartment was not vandalized.
I was not attracted to the hot Special Agent Cullen from the FBI who thought I was somehow involved in all this mess.
And I was absolutely, most definitely, NOT cuffed to a rickety chair in a stinky dark room, in an abandoned warehouse in the midst of nowhere.
No way…
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I am so fucking doomed…
