This happens to be my favorite novel that I have written, it takes so many twists and turns that it leaves you stunned. I'm shocked I even came up with the idea, lol. Enjoy!

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7 years, 265 days, 12 hours, and 47 minutes. Ninety-nine some odd days left. Revenge was the only driving force in a place like this. Another three months and vengeance could be sought once this six by nine cell was left behind. A cold draft snaked its way along the gray granite floor. Sunlight filtering in through the window with metal mesh between the panes of glass. Shatterproof, probably six panes or so. Letting gravity draw her to the floor, she pushed up using her weight to strengthen her body. Her sit-ups done for the day. Her feet together unmoving from the mattress as another elevated push-up was executed. The expelled breath barely heard.
Oh, she had killed people. Dozens in fact, but not the person she was convicted of killing. Gravity pulled her to the cold granite floor again. Shuffling feet outside the door met her ears. Her green eyes lifted to the door as the guard stopped. The door sounded, then the jarring sound of the metal sliding back. Expelling a breath blowing the short blonde hair from her face without pushing up again.
“On your feet, Wolfe.” The guard watched as she slowly removed her feet from the bed pushing to the standing position. Automatically placing her hands on her head lacing her fingers, Wolfe glanced at the guard. She was searched. The guard grabbed her face; she automatically opened her mouth as the woman shined the flashlight inside to make sure she wasn’t concealing something.
“Why?” She’d sat in this cell for so long without the guards coming to get her. Wanting to know why now.
“You have a visitor.” Her hands were pulled behind her back. Her green eyes went to the other guard standing just outside the cell. Looking down as the shackles were placed around her ankles. One of the rules of the job was if you were caught, you were disavowed. Had someone finally come to claim her? She’d made it into an art form to avoid trouble though most of the women here in this federal prison wouldn’t mess with her.
There was a quiet kind of danger about her. Her first week here, six women tried to jump her. Putting all of them in the infirmary and spending six months in solitary confinement. She couldn’t guess what was said or done while she’d been locked away but no one had tried to mess with her since.
The guard grabbed her arm starting the shuffle down the catwalk to the stairs while flanked by both guards. After negotiating the stairs without mishap. The guards pulled her to the access door. Inmates had come to the doors to see where she was being taken. It was a rare sight to see Inmate Wolfe in shackles unless she was being escorted to solitary.
One of the guards nodded to the one in the little glass booth. The access doors slid open. Then her shuffle down the corridor started. They walked for twenty minutes. It was slow going since her stride had been cut to a few mere inches with each step.
Her eyes narrowed as the warden came into view standing outside the room with two guards flanking the visitation/conferenc e room. Ten more standing around waiting for her to do something stupid. One of the guards opened the door to accommodate the trio. The two escorting her took her into the room then shackled her to the metal chair. Her wrists were now handcuffed to the arms of the chair. Her green eyes tracked the guards to the door. Pulling on the cuffs, they didn’t budge. She sighed.
The manila folder lying on the table caught her eye. What was in there? Her eyes went to the surveillance camera in the corner, turning in the chair slightly. There was no two-way glass. Her feet were chained to the floor. Shifting her weight, the chair was moved closer to the table. There had to be something here. Running her finger under the lip of the table, she glanced at the door then to the camera again. Her fingers brushed a small piece of loose metal. Biting her lip, she managed to get it loose.
Her eyes went to the door as she shifted her weight again giving her a little space. She bent using her teeth to bend the metal into a makeshift lockpick. Then inserted it into the lock closing her eyes. The little snap indicated the cuffs had come undone. Dropping the lockpick into her hand, she quickly got the rest of the cuffs off reaching for the file lying on the table.


This place reminded him of times he wanted to forget. Heading down the hall, his frown deepened looking at all the guards outside the room where Serena Wolfe waited for him. Holding two cups of coffee shaking his head. “Is there a problem?”
The warden turned to face him, her face devoid of emotion. “What are your intentions with the prisoner?”
“I just have to ask her a few questions.”
“What kind of questions?”
“The official kind that has the word classified attached to the answers,” Sloan stated. “Open the door.”
The door was pulled open. He stepped into the room stopping immediately as the blonde head lifted from the file as she sat on the table. “You must be Xander Sloan?”
“Sloan will suffice.” His head turned slightly as the door closed behind him. He crossed to the table setting down a cup of coffee. “I brought you some coffee, Serena.”
“Wolfe will suffice,” her green eyes went back to the pages in front of her. “Very thorough service record, so you know I didn’t kill Ambassador Reincliff.”
“How did you get out of the shackles?”
Shrugging. “I’ve been good for way too long. Curiosity got the better of me.” Setting the file aside, she slid into the chair holding out her wrists to him. “I’ll cooperate.”
Sloan frowned looking at the woman sitting in front of him serving eight years for a first-degree murder charge. She was gorgeous and obviously in shape. Wondering how the hell she’d managed to get herself stuck in this situation. “I have some questions to ask you.”
“No bracelets?”
“As long as you behave.”
She shrugged reaching for the coffee. “Ask away.”
Watching those green eyes go to the cup as she held it loosely. “Your last assignment, who was your mark?”
She frowned staring into the milky brown liquid. “I never got a name merely a face and address.”
“Why were you in Texas?”
Shrugging. “Vacation.”
Sloan frowned. He couldn’t believe this woman was an assassin. She was too cool, calm and collected. “How are you finding prison?”
Shrugging again casually finally lifting the coffee. Taking a sip closing her eyes. She’d missed good coffee. Her eyes lifted to the handsome agent in the suit on the other side of the table. “I have no complaints.”
“Would you like to get out today?”
Her green eyes held his brown eyes for a moment. “No.”
“No?” It sounded as if she’d managed to shock him.
“No.”
“Why?”
“I have less than a hundred days to go. I’m disavowed. I have my life back. I’m not entering into any kind of agreement that will sacrifice that and hold these last few months over my head as leverage. I may be blonde, but I’m not stupid.” Taking another sip of her coffee, he frowned. “I’ll finish serving my sentence.”
Sloan shoved his hands in his pockets. This wasn’t turning out as planned. He needed her to complete his objectives and it couldn’t wait three more months. “If I make it worth your while.”
A slow smile spread on those lips as her eyes traveled over him again. Getting the distinct feeling he’d just walked into a trap. “How worth it?”
“What do you want?”
Setting the coffee on the table getting to her feet. Her footsteps measured as she slowly, methodically stalked him around the table. Retreating a step, then another. Making sure he kept distance between them. “That’s a loaded question, Sloan.”
A brow arched at her making a stand instead of rounding the table again. “My objective needed to be fulfilled yesterday and I need your help.”
Sitting on the table less than a foot from him. There was no wife. No visible ring. Serena had always been good at getting information and attaining the upper hand. That’s what she needed now with sexy Xander Sloan. If she pressed the right buttons, he’d willingly leave her here to finish what she’d started. “Girlfriend?”
“No.” Frowning as to why she’d want that information.
“Are you a man of morals?”
“Depends.”
Wolfe nodded leaning back on the table slightly. “It’s been a number of years since I’ve had any fun, Sloan.”
“Okay, enough with the innuendos. Come out and say what you’re getting at.” He couldn’t stand games. His frown deepened at the sound of her husky laugh. Leaning forward, her hands resting on the table between her thighs.
“I want you.”
“Excuse me?”
“You or no deal.”
“What do you mean me?”
“Women have needs same as men. You want my help. I want two weeks of your life as compensation,” arching a blonde brow at him. “As I understand it, you need this errand done quickly, thoroughly. So do I.”
Sloan just stared at her. His jaw clenched. “Why?”
Shrugging. “A theory.”
“What theory?”
“Can’t say.”
“I need something more to go on.”
“I’ll help you. My record will be expunged. And after this assignment is over. You become my toy for two weeks. I promise to be gentle.” Wolfe had to smile at the look of shock etched across his handsome face.
“What’s to say I don’t bring you back here to serve out the remainder of your time?”
She smiled slightly reaching out grabbing the neat tie around his neck tugging him forward. He stiffened noticeably. Her green eyes held those brown eyes for the space of several heartbeats. “That file didn’t tell you, but I usually get what I want.”
“There are fourteen armed guards outside this room.”
“They don’t scare me,” her voice low husky as her fingers slid up the silky material. He drew a harsh breath, which broadened her smile. She wasn’t what you’d consider to be easy, but as soon as Xander Sloan had walked in the room with his impatient attitude without a care about anything but the job. Her temperature and pulse had kicked up a notch. She wanted to see where he’d let them go. If she’d be able to get him to bend the rules or break them. She could practically see the gears grinding in his head. He was trying to think of a way out of this. How dedicated was he to his job?
“There’s no other way?”
Shaking her head slowly. “You’ll thank me for it.”
“Fine.” Sloan searched her face. Those green eyes twinkled with triumphant mischief. It was against his better judgment. He could think of a way to back out once the assignment was over.
“Seal it with a kiss.” Pressing her lips lightly to his then pushed him away. “Get me out of here.”