My Assassin

Book exerpt: Not deterring, I try my hardest to get to the door. As I feel my fingertips graze the door, my body starts to fall. Oh no! I'm not going to make it! I look over and see my attacker is suddenly back at my side again. He grabs me as I slip further into the floor. I try to hit him, but my arms aren't responding. This was the most terrifying thing to have ever happened to me. "Don't be afraid," he says as he gently lays me down, my vision starting to blacken in a haze." I'm here to kill you." Samantha Howell has everything: a large fortune she doesn't need or want and the perfect fiancee. On the night of her annual family gala, she is kidnapped and imprisoned by an Assassin for hire. Will she find out who is behind this, or will she die trying?

JLisette Gibson · Urban

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Chapter 23-Sorry Not Sorry

Sitting on the sofa, I glare at Dr. Packard as she looks through her medical bag, which I know too well. My mother has the same one. It's

my mom's favorite bag. It's a Dolce & Gabbana Floral Printed Top Handle Bag.

I scan her from head to toe, wondering why she isn't in a tight-fitting dress like the other day.

Today Dr. Packard is in a huge purple sweater and jeans. She sits next to me, taking out her stethoscope, listening to my chest and back. I move my face away from her. She gently places her hand on my shoulder, making me grinch. I hold onto my sore arm protectively. I don't like this woman at all. I'm sure the feeling is mutual.

After reviewing me, she puts the stethoscope around her neck.

"Everything looks good so far! I see you're holding your shoulder. Does it hurt? Would you like me to look at it?"

To be fair, Dr. Packard does sound concerned. I don't buy it, though. She can prance around here and make everyone like her. Not me. I know better!

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