One night, one bullet, two lives changed forever.

Cass
A legal technicality might be the reason I’m out of prison after serving only two years of what should have been multiple life sentences, but all I care about now is finding the man who put me behind bars in the first place. JJ Ferguson needs to see firsthand what his lies have turned me into.

Two years ago, JJ and I should have been talking about our future together.

Our lives had changed that night, just not in the way they should have. When the bullet tore through his brain, I begged him to stay with me as his blood stained my shirt and ran down my arms. My own life ended the moment his did.

I’d been sitting in jail when I'd learned of JJ’s survival. I’d waited for days, then weeks for JJ to tell the cops the truth about that night.

That was two years ago.

JJ hadn’t come for me. No one had. The coward never showed, not for my farce of a trial, not for the verdict, not even for the reading of my sentence.

It doesn’t matter what got me out of prison. All that matters now is teaching JJ what he taught me so well…

The true meaning of suffering.

JJ
Cassius “Cass” Ashby is a free man.

Apparently, two years behind bars is the going rate for attempting to take the life of an LAPD officer. I’m that officer and Cass, a guy I'd known for most of my life, is the one who put a bullet through my head and left me to die.

Everyone calls me a “medical miracle” because I survived the shooting. If they only knew the things I’m doing with my so-called second chance at life.

Now Cass is out and he’s coming for me.

I’m looking forward to it.

When Cass finally does come, he’ll be expecting a naive, complacent, terrified man who’ll beg for his life, but none of the wealth, power and influence that comes with the Ashby name won't save him. Nothing will.