To protect her family and find a killer, Felicia "Lucky" Fascino assumed her adoptive father's identity and joined the network of moral assassins to finish the job he began.
Eliminating the man responsible for murdering her mother has consumed Lucky for the last five years. Completing the job is the only way Lucky and her family can return to a safe and normal life. Lucky's uncle, Stephen Chambers, hasn't come close to tracking the killer. He announces he's stepping down as her handler to concentrate on the investigation and names Elizabeth, his daughter, as successor.
Keeping secrets is a family trait, and Elizabeth's addition to the business tests Lucky's ability to maintain the pretense that the job doesn't affect her despite the fact that all network hits are hardened criminals. While keeping her family at arm's length, Lucky begins to feel the weight of her career choice and reclusive lifestyle. Then a chance encounter with an enigmatic hit man during one of her jobs turns into a provocative and dangerous affair. Distracted by the secret trysts with Kenji Zinn and mounting tension within her family, Lucky starts to make mistakes that threaten her livelihood and almost claim her life. When her family is targeted, Lucky must make several rash decisions she believes can save them and preserve her own sanity.
“I’m not…good at this anymore.” Lucky puffed out a heavy breath and clutched the phone. “I can’t wrap my mind around it. I’ve really tried to forget you.”
“Because, I can’t want…this.”
“What do you mean?”
“Be with someone while doing what I do. Sharing my life… I haven’t for a long time. I don’t see how I can do it with—”
That stopped her cold. Lucky shut her eyes and banged her head against the wall. Not only was it the oddest conversation she’d ever have, it frightened her because he was dead on.
“Why add to the torment?” she snapped.
“Being with you was far from torture.” His reply was husky and saturated with innuendo. Lucky ignored the ripples of electricity on her skin.
“We’re not good people, Kenji. I’ve already accepted that, but I think you’ve still got blinders on.”
“No, I have a sense we are more alike than you realize. I know why you eliminated McKowen. He was a vile man.”
“Yeah… We might be the bad guys, but we’re never the villains.” Lucky softened her tone. “We’re not heroes either, just stuck in the middle somewhere.”
“This is what we do, not who we are. It does not change what happened between us. We should not ignore this.”
“I don’t know….” The contact with him did something to her, but finding the words to explain it seemed impossible. Lucky did want to see him again, though, not for all the right reasons. “Where are you, right now?”
“Miami,” he said immediately. “Let me come to you, wherever you wish.”
“I….” The confusion twisted through her. He was determined without being forceful.
“The choice is yours. Call me after you complete your task,” he said without demand.