The Saints Series

She told me Heaven would knock on my door one day. That I would be swept away from the hell I lived in. She was right about one thing and so wrong about the other. Heaven came in the form of an angel just like she said. And then. My life became hell. She disappeared. Vanished. I left. Went to war. Killed. All for her. Every face was the man who took her. Every dream filled with her. For 12 years, I existed in hell. Breathed in the fires from down below. Until her, the woman on the beach outside of my home.

I faked my way long enough by keeping my mouth shut, painting a fake smile on my face, and focusing hard on my job. I quit going out to find that random piece of ass. Not one of them would stand up to her, anyway. She hates me, loathes me even. Little does Vivian Shepard know I’ve got more tricks up my sleeve than she will ever begin to imagine to get her to change her mind, to get my chance. I’m not giving up. I want her, and by God, I’ll fight as dirty as I can get to have her. No matter what!

I know what it’s like to have your heart split down the middle. One-half chases her. The other half chases after the lies, deceit, and betrayal. It’s a burning ball of hell. Seconds, minutes, hours, and years all spent endured the depth of my own burning inferno. All of it runs together while life passes me by. Thirteen years ago, the woman I was in love with left me standing at the altar. Hurt. Broken. Humiliated. Some say 13 is a lucky number. Me? I curse the number. Now she’s back. Reminding me. Torturing me.