Chosen To Die
Chapter One
Yesterday
Regan Pescoli was hot.
Not in the sexual sense.
Hot as in furious. As in consumed with rage. As
in pissed as hell.
Her hands gripped the wheel of her Jeep so
tightly her knuckles bleached white, her jaw was set,
and she glared through the windshield as if she
could conjure up the image of the soulless bastard
who'd sent her into this stratosphere of rage.
"Bastard," she muttered as the county-issued Jeep's
tires slid a bit on the icy incline. Her heart was racing
and her cheeks were flushed despite the subfreezing
temperature outside her vehicle.
No one, not one person on this planet, could
make her see red the way her ex-husband
Luke "Lucky" Pescoli could. And today was no exception.
In fact, today, he'd crossed the invisible
line Regan had drawn and he'd heretofore avoided.
Damn, he was a loser. In all the years she'd been
married to him, the only "luck" he'd brought her
was bad.
Now, out of the blue, the son of a bitch was set on
taking her kids away from her.
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