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Prologue

Silas

Having a fucked up face doesn’t always make people stare like everyone says—it makes people avoid you They look anywhere else they possibly can to avoid looking in your eyes, because pity and shame are emotions better kept hidden My face wasn’t always marred like this I was born a cute kid, took after ht blue eyes People treat you differently when you’re attractive But in my line of work, I don’t need to be a pretty boy, instead I’el I’m the last face criminals see before they face full justice I’m a bounty hunter I work for myself and I answer to no one

Most people would think I’d have ended up on the wrong side of the laing up on the streets as I did, but when I witnessed firsthand what drugs did tosure no other kids had to go through what I suffered I now put criminals in jail If they want redeet thee them

The place was disgusting, so to nowhere The greyish building looked rundown, like it’d been ignored for decades The paint on the siding was peeling, curling into itself, and garbage floated ai in to the openof the car was stale smoke and desperation A place where dreams went to die—a no-way-out dead end

I sat in the car looking the place over I’d ood reputation for ot what he wanted—at any cost I’d worked hard and liked the look of fear I’d earned in the eyes ofofin my veins when their eyes exhibited defeat I still had a little of that delinquent left in me and that’s why so many of these so called criminals were petrified of ed or backed away like ious I liked that they were scared of me; fear was the only way to cultivate power and I needed the power I never wanted to feel helpless again

No one h to make men much braver than Paul Sutton quiver in their boots He was beco when it co from the authorities A life on the lam was no way to live, especially if kids were involved, and in this case, his daughter Olivia was my main concern

I’d been on both sides of the law and I knew the ins and outs of everybody in the business I had connections on both sides, loyalty to none I’d gone fro onbank like I never saw on the force, and without the guilt that a life of crime had burdened me with I worked hard to establish who I was There were two types of criminals: bosses and hench to bon to anyone—even the lords of the underworld respected side Kyle and no one else, he was a brother to me and there wasn’t anyone I trusted more Kyle was a lawyer by trade, itive with ether, but whenever I needed back up, he was there Kyle was my ride or die and I’d take a bullet for him without any hesitation whatsoever He and his mother rescued me from the streets and they were my family Annie always said that she and Kyle owed their lives to me, but it was the other way around—without theue

Our inside connections with law enforceave us the snitches to give up where they were hiding out No one could keep up with us, let alone beat us We delivered the most wanted into the hands of law enforce Our reputation as ruthless bounty hunters wasn’t far off Maybe we barked worse than we bit, but we took no shit and we took no prisoners

Paul had no fucking idea how to run a business and to top it off he was a co up what profit he ht hi bounty work, he was one of our first Served his tiot out, but made even worse connections on the inside