𝑰𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒅𝒖𝒄𝒊𝒏𝒈...

"Name."

"Emerson Prescott."

"What do you want?"

"I'm looking for someone."

"Hire a P.I."

"If only it were that simple Mr. Hitter."

Silver Hitter smirks. "I take it there's more to it?"

"Yes. I need to find someone and eliminate them. Contacts tell me that you're the only one who might be able to help me."

"Give me a name, Prescott."

"James. James Davenport."

Hitter meets Crow's gaze and she shakes her head, ready to object but he holds up a finger. "James Davenport you say? What about her?"

"Find her and get rid of her for me."

Hitter arranges a price with the mystery male, he's heard nothing about, then hangs up and places his phone aside. "Crow, tell me who the hell Emerson Prescott is and why he just hired an assassin to kill a Davenport?"

.....

James Davenport, skilled hitwoman and assassin. It would make sense for anyone to want her dead but at the same time...who the hell are you to put a hit on a Davenport?

Silver Hitter, also a skilled hitman and assassin. He was asked many years ago to watch James' back so now when her name makes its way into his hitlist, he has to figure out who the hell had the guts to put a target on her back.

James is irked by the masked man who enters her life without warning, and it doesn't help that her past seems to suddenly want to get to know her.

What if he's not the worst thing to happen to her afterall once they start getting to know each other?

James Davenport, the blonde he saw from behind the lense of a rifle for ten years now before his eyes. So, what happens now?

•TW•

Guns. Murder.