Death is cruel.
It’s unforgiving and brutal. It robbed me of the life I wanted to live and stole what little hope I had for the future. I was supposed to be something great. I was supposed to have it all …
But a single bullet changed everything.
I always thought I'd go down fighting, but instead, I faded away while watching the overwhelming guilt tear through Carver faster than his bullet tore through me.
Like I said—death is cruel.
King. Cruz. Grayson. Carver.
How am I supposed to leave this world knowing what mess I’ll be leaving behind?
There’s a war brewing, and this time, it’s personal.
I can’t die. Not yet.
Luckily, a bitch like me doesn’t stay down for long.
