Title: A
Killer Like Me
Author:
Lara Henley
Genre:
Thriller/Suspense
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by: Lady
Amber's Tours
Synopsis:
Most
people think I am this sweet, innocent head cheer leader of my high school. I
put on this facade everyday with the real me itching to get out. You see I
belong to an exclusive team that has one specialty, and that specialty is
killing. It’s our life’s mission. We were bread from day one to fulfill our
destinies, and boy do I love it.”
Trinity didn’t know what she was getting herself into when
she took her current job to kill a snitch. She has always loved her job of
killing until she was faced with her match. Little does Trinity know that someone
has been sent in to stop her.
Zander Matthews has always obeyed his orders like a good
little employee. When he is sent in to protect the one Trinity is after, their
lives are turned upside down. Will he be able to stop her or will Trinity
fulfill her destiny?
Lara Henley was born in the Midwest. She holds a
degree in Fashion Marketing and loves all things creative. She enjoys spending
time with family and friends. Her first love is writing
and hopes to make it her full-time
career.
Author Links:
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/larahenl
Twitter: https://www.twitter.com/laraisadiva
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I remember being only seven years old when
Isaw my parents
torture and kill a man. The scene gaveme nightmares for years to come. I tried to push
thethoughts out of
my mind, but my mother always mademe embrace it. Never did I know they were assassins,hired hit men. I remember the first time
my mothermade me
hold a knife to someone’s throat and slice it inhalf. Yeah, that was my good ole mom for
you. “Trinity,
come, darlin',” my mother says holdinga butcher
knife in her hand. I didn’t want to go to
herbecause the last time I did, she made me
cut off a man’sfinger. It was all bloody and
gross. She told me the bestwas yet
to come. Little did I know at the time it
wouldbe just a few short
weeks.“Please don’t make me do this again,
Mommy,” Isay.“Trinity, this is something you
will grow to love, Ipromise
you. Now come here.” I walk over to her
andshe stands behind me. We stand behind the
blondehaired woman tied to a chair in our basement.
This iswhere they did most of their torturing
for information. My dad
had built the room himself, making it
soundproof so the neighbors wouldn’t hear the
screams myparents inflicted on their
victims.“Take the knife, baby, and slit
her throat. Slice itnice and
evenly where we don’t have a lot of
bloodsplatter. Remember how we practiced on
the chicken.”She held the knife with me and the
woman began tokick and scream. I felt a small
high. Is this normal,should I
be enjoying this?“See,
steady.” We begin to slice and the
bloodspatter was minimal as she said. The
blonde woman’shead tilts forward. I walk around
to see her cold lifelessbody
slumped down in the chair and I smile.“That
wasn’t so bad, Mommy,” I say, holding
theknife with blood dripping from my
hands.“I told you it wouldn’t be, darling. Now
let’s goget ready for dinner. Your father
will be home soon.” My mother
smiled at me like this was completelynormal;
normal to have your seven year old
daughterslicing someone’s throat. My
father came home thatnight and
we continued on like we hadn’t created an
actof sin in the basement. Again my heart
raced at thethoughts of maybe killing again.
That is when I knewmy life
was going to be completely screwed. The following day was the day I met my
best friend inthe
whole wide world, Teagan. I was standing outsidewaiting for my dad to get home. It was
the best part ofthe
day because my father was my best friend, my onlyfriend. School was a freaking nightmare
for me. All thekids
made fun of me due to the fact I had a stutteringproblem. Kids came be so vile, and so
when Teaganshowed
up on my porch that day, I was delighted tofinally have a companion. She stuck up
for me atschool,
and on occasion, kicked bitches asses. She wasmy constant, the one I counted on to keep
me safe, theone
person, no matter what, would be there for me.
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