Kill Shot

By Amanda Perri

Gwen has finally found a way to make both lives work. The love she never knew could exist has found her, and happily ever is around the corner. Until the call comes in. Everything quickly unravels when Gwen is assigned to spy on Christopher Black. Mission details include collecting intel and getting hot and heavy if the occasion arises. Can Joe and Gwen survive this? Has everything they have already endured enough to keep this love alive? Will the secrets she has to keep ruin the life she wants to lead?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Amanda Perri
• Release date: Jan 20, 2016
• ISBN: 9781311898050

Amanda Perri

I have been writing all my life. I hope to write for all the rest of it. A book is the easiest way to access your imagination.

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Contents

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

About the Author

Kill Shot

Amanda Perri

Copyright 2016 by Amanda Perri

Smashwords Edition

Recommended to read One Shot before reading Kill Shot.

Kill Shot is not a stand-alone.

Chapter One

My car has been sitting in the parking lot for the last twenty minutes. I can’t get out; I don’t even know why I came so quickly. There was a time when I had anticipated these phone calls, but today, I am so nervous about leaving. For the first time in my life, I don’t want to go. If I tell them it is because of Joe I could be fired, do I care? I used to always be sure of my decisions. I can feel my face heating up over this lack of control. This is exactly the shit I have been avoiding, I love my job and I am getting out of this car. Walking thru never felt like a walk of shame before. Everyone is staring at me like they have never seen me before. I have worked in this building for eight years. I guess not having an office makes a difference. I should make a mental note to go to a staff party at some point. What a joke, I keep my distance from here to protect my identity and I get the look of death for showing up.

The brief room is intimidating. I have only had to be in here a hand full of times. Whenever files were too big to be sent to me, perk of the job is no office time. My actually office is quite luxurious so in reality I have the best of both worlds. The vibration in my pocket stops all thoughts because it is the wrench in my existence. Why didn’t I leave this in the car? I know its Joe; a quick swipe of the screen confirms that. Hey babe, dinner at my place? heat creeps into a smile as I slide the phone back into my pocket. I have never been to Joe’s place, suddenly I am anxious to see him, and this feeling assures me that normal can be exciting too.

My mother and two Intelligence Directors are already reviewing the file when I sit down.

My mother looks at me with that coldness that could freeze your heart. I am used to it; I know better than to take it personal. Her movements are precise, her focus locked to the file, she motions to the gentlemen.

Gwen you are familiar with Sam Wesson and Mark Gabe they will be working on this case with you.

Half standing from my seat I shake both of their hands. My brain kicks into the mode I have come to cherish, I can read the room without even trying. When my hand touches Sam’s, he is sweaty and cold. His pulse is racing. He has something vested in this, maybe a promotion. He seems young, older than me but young for his position. Sam smiles wryly when he touches my hand, he mumbles something about independents as he releases and turns away from me. I contain the facial expression and comment I feel bubbling up. Sam is probably in his early forties. He has a spunk that tells me he has never been in the field. Never really experienced holding a weapon. He definitely screams office jock, self-declared champion. His suit is charcoal black perfectly tailored to fit his slinky build. I notice a wedding ring almost convincing me that anyone can find love. He looks bossy and controlling. I immediately don’t like him very much. Then he opens his mouth and I’m sold, I hate him. I recognize him but I can’t place it. He annoys me because he can’t contain his pulse, he would die quick in my shoes. I offer him a polite smile out of respect for his position.

Mark’s shake on the other hand is firm yet uncaring. I can tell he has always worked at his desk, but isn’t easily shaken. He is an older man probably early fifties, he wears glasses and a navy suit that seems to be too tight. He doesn’t look at me for too long, but his face seems to be worn down by life. He has distinct worry lines above his bushy eyebrows. His pulse is steady although he may have heart trouble. It is possible he wanted to be a field operative but this ever so slight skip in his heart beat stopped him. He is empty when I look into his eyes, it is sad. Even when his face is rested he looks like he is over thinking everything. From his body language I can tell he has no interest in this case. He must be counting the days until retirement. I tried to smile but only managed a poorly forced sympathetic half smile.

I am going to take the lead on this case because, I discovered the discrepancy. The words spit out of Mark’s pretentious mouth. I want to believe he created the problem to discover it, he is an asshole. I can’t help but challenge him.

What is the discrepancy? Trying to keep my voice flat and my expression filled with interest, He looks over to me sharply like I have ruined his acceptance speech. In good time Gwen, unlike field assignments You are used to this will require finesse, in this case you meet the physical requirements needed to complete this job, you won’t need a gun so you would do well to pay attention to the details I am going to lay out.

I sit back letting him believe I have accepted his superiority but little does he know I have shot him in the face about seven times during his rambling of bullshit. You always need a gun in the field. I should take him out into a field show him how physically capable I really am.

Go on, sorry for the interruption. My smile is similar to a teenager planning revenge on her parents for saying no. Empty and promising all at the same time.

Ok. If you will direct your attention to the projector you will see Christopher Black. He is currently in Italy heading an Enterprise that builds new opportunities for small business to expand internationally. Sounds inspiring, I know, we began looking into it a year ago and haven’t been able to find anything wrong with it until now.

I am not convinced and something feels off, why did you start looking into him in the first place?

He rolls his eyes; he isn’t facing me but I know he has by the way my mother looks at me like enough is enough. They are sending me in to do God knows what I am going to ask questions. Mark how do you come into play here I haven’t heard anything from you?

Mark snaps up and smiles picking up on my dislike for Sam, seems we have a common interest in ruining his day.

Gwen I am sure Wesson is getting to all the facts in his presentation, but to soothe your curiosity I am simply overseeing the job. I may play a part later on if while undercover you need a reference or contact to validate your position there.

My face must show my disapproval after hearing undercover. Jobs are in and out quick precise to the point. Undercover means time in, my heart starts skipping again.

Sam perks up at my increased heart rate, I remember him now that evil sideways smile of self-satisfaction brings it all back. Two years ago I was offered his position twice and refused, he was so pissed I didn’t except. It left him being the only one qualified for this job he has now and he can’t move up. He is punishing me. This probably means if I refuse the job in place I will be forced to take his job, meaning I can’t keep my company, my normal. I would have to be the job like Mark, as great as Joe is, without my gun, I am only half. We talked