Prologue

I guess I'm pretty - "for a black girl." And I do come off as young and naive. But my face will be the last one you see before your untimely death. And for that, I'm sorry, but it's all in my job description. The dead eyes haunt me almost as much as the guilt.
Speaking of, I've got a strange case: find and eliminate a cartel that distributes a deadly hallucinogen in Miami, the birth of my sob story and the place where I met...him. And he's back; he's so sweet as if he's too good to be true. But can I afford this distraction if he knew the real me?
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I'm not going to lie - I'm not a people person. Yeah, I have a small company, and I put myself out there socially, but really, I tend to do things on my own. I don't need others' help or company to survive.
But I don't know why, when it comes to her, I never want to leave her side. Is it her sad eyes that see through me, her soft smile with lips that call me out on almost everything she thought about me? Or is it her dark cloud that I recognize all too well from her life history? I may have done some things that have soured her view of me, but this new opportunity may give me the chance to see why I can't help how I feel.