Prologue

She's drop dead gorgeous. Every man wishes to be her man. She's near perfect. She's damn sexy. She has everything. Wealth and power.

She has that cold ambiance. She gives everyone a cold and fierce stare. She hold guns, she kills. She won't care, never expect she would pity you. Don't you ever dare mess with her, 'cause darling, you'd better run before it's late.

She's Andrea Flame Fardell, she's the woman behind the mask. And she don't give a damn.