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…