Shooting a Hot Billionaire - War Love Book 1

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rain forming mist when it hits the ground. It's 15th of May, and I'm caught in the smell of fresh brewed coffee, with perfect cinnamon b

. I had a busy day and didn't have time to eat. Yeah, sometimes it happens like that. My stomach growls and I munch from a cinnamon bun. It's six-th

m me for me and not me for others. They can go and fuck themselves for what I care. I'm a company owner, with my parents. So, I'm a Financial and Planning Manager as a position in the company and having shares in the company,

r repairs and remodeling. They get good profit, but not so much lately, because of the economic crisis. We have a shit load of loans and we're kind

helor's degree is in Business Administration and have a lot of master's degrees, but that shit is whatever. I'm at a point in my fucking life where I don't give a shit on those. I have a baby brother. He's 18 and he's a fucking pain i

all me in... I'm so fucking depressed

voice is a bit not that strong.... Like some bad news coming in.... I look outside the window, seeing the storm raging and

" Just say

y good news. Are you sitting?" W

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way home." What did he say? What? Sorry? Accident? Mom? Dad? I look at the phone and put it back t

g heart and brain. I saw my parents last time two weeks ago. They were well and happy to see me. We get along

we don't have enough evidence yet. Can you come in now? Your brother is with us but he's having a breakdown and can't go in and identify. He's young and we don't want to force him over this." St

This? This has just sent a ninja sword in my heart and threw me to my grave. If it weren't for my baby brother, I would have fu

calling Mom, Dad and Steven on their phones, but no one answers. I'm so fucked up right now! I can't even see the road ahead while drivin

strong and protective. I'm his only fucking family, no matter our differences. "Vivian Doreen. I was called by detective Henry Calk

es, sir. Yes, sir. I'll send the documents in a few minutes. Yes. I'll

cks me out. "Miss? Do I know you from somewhere? You kind of look familiar...." Not

focused on the fucking doors to open and get out, hoping all this is a dark joke or wake up from the fucking nightmare.

bbing and saying something between his tears. I go to him, all crumbling inside at his sight, with hurried steps. "Stevie? Baby?" The moment he hears my voice, he moves his tormented, crying

ey...died...Viv...." He's

.... I will never leave you.... I know.... It hurts so fucking much....

, baby bro...." I kiss his head

raging in crying for the plague which hit our family.... I take such a deep breath and release it. I cup his face and make him look

led, like the detective said.... I'll kill the motherfucker who did this to us.... Alright? Now man up! Mom and dad ar

bitch all the way; the strongest ass out there. No one puts me down. I'll find them, I'll hurt them, I'll kill them.... This is not going to end he

iv...." He

. Okay?" He nods again and I kiss his forehead while he's slowl

his stare on my face. He's in his thirties, a towering guy, with a typical detective attitude, hands in his pockets, under his suit jack

lion, like I always am. I'm so fucking pissed, hurt

etective. What happened, when, why, evidence. I need to know them now. T

eyes. He's now laying back on his chair in a thinking pose, studying me. Yeah, yeah.... Cut the crap. I need them n

u know that? After what you said outside, you show you can be a killer. It wouldn't be first time when a cl

guy for