Murder in Miami: Troubled Girls Find Love

By Kathryn Reign

Who would've ever thought that a small-town girl from West Virginia would end up in prison?

Certainly not me.

And certainly not Dawson, the brooding bad boy who stole my virginity.

But not my heart.

No, that belongs to someone other than the man I'm supposed to be faithful to.

Ross. The new kid in school.

He's perfect for me in every way, but he's not my boyfriend.

And I can't choose!

One thing leads to another, and my entire life changes forever.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Kathryn Reign Publishing
• Release date: Jul 30, 2022
• ISBN: 9781952716935

Kathryn Reign

Contemporary romance author on modern love, star-crossed lovers, and tearjerkers. Facebook Page: https://www.facebook.com/authorkathrynreign Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/authorkathrynreign/ Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/21854875.Kathryn_Reign

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Chapter One

A mber, please! Don’t do this! I beg you; don’t do this!

Shut up! Shut up! His voice sounded like nails down a chalkboard inside my ears, and if I’d had my second cup of coffee this morning, I may have just been a little more lenient. But I’m tired. I’m so tired of all the games, of all the lies, of the fucking ultimatum. Just shut up, and let me think!

I didn’t plan for this to happen. Hell, I didn’t even think I’d show up. Throwing on my pajamas and climbing into bed was my way of saying no way in hell. I thought that if I slept through the night, I’d wake up the next morning scar-free.

But instead, somehow, I found my way here, holding a gun in my hand and aiming it at the man I once loved.

Please, Amber. I’m sorry. For everything! You don’t have to do this. His voice continued to stab against my brain, and every word felt like someone was ripping off a fucking nerve.

I don’t have to do this? I don’t have to do this?! The nerve of you even saying that after what you’ve put me through, and now you have the audacity to ask me to stop? I found myself yelling at him, my voice growing louder and louder by the second.

To be honest, I didn’t even know why I’d been so angry. And if you asked, I couldn’t pinpoint the exact moment when the words that came out of his mouth turned into a bullet straight through his head. But it did.

And as I found myself trying to vigorously shake the anguish and stabbing pain out from my brain, I also found myself staring into my former lover’s eyes, blood dripping from his mouth, followed by his body collapsing onto the ground and the shrieking scream of a female’s voice.

Wait? Who else was here? I thought we were the only ones. Then who the fuck was yelling like a banshee that had just taken a knife to the heart?

Oh, right. Now I remember. It’s my voice. I was the one screaming like a banshee.

I killed him, I whisper to the two older men standing in front of me, tears dripping onto the handcuffs that tightly wrap around my wrists. I killed him!

The metal bars slam shut as they thrust me inside a cold, dark cell, with nothing but a narrow bed and what resembled half a toilet bowl keeping me company. I turn around, screaming after the men as they begin to walk away.

Wait! I… I can’t stay here! I have to see him. I have to tell him I’m sorry! I wrap my fingers around the metal bars, gripping with all the strength I could possibly muster, shaking it back and forth and screaming for the two men to come back.

Should’ve thought of that before you shot him, one of them yells back from a distance, the echo bouncing off the walls.

Shot him. Yeah, I did that alright.

Junior year was supposed to be the greatest year of my high school career… at least, that’s what my parents