Description
Reagan believes the way to get to a man's heart is through his stomach. Convenient when you plan on ripping it out. It's been eight years since the bloody massacre of her family. In need of a way to make money she takes up a new occupation, bakery assistant. There are two things she's not expecting. How ensnared she is with the pastry chef, and witnessing another murder. Soon she realizes that her dreams of revealing the perpetrator isn't so far fetched. First she has to find who was behind it. Easier said than done, but easier than working with a scrutinizing ass to do it. Regardless she's determined to get revenge. Even if the consequence is bitter. I mean isn't this dish best served cold? [ THIS IS A FIRST DRAFT, IT WILL BE FULLY EDITED ONCE ALL CHAPTER ARE POSTED. ]
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