Title: In the Crossfire
Series: Circle of Justice #4
Murder.I’ve gotten away with it all, but that won’t last forever.
I’m Bryce Chandler, FBI agent and member of the Circle of Justice, a covert
organization that metes out retribution to those who’ve escaped the system
without punishment. For the last year I’ve been deep undercover, doing
unspeakable things to secure my place in the mafia world. These days I barely
recognize the man in the mirror, but Anthony Corsino is finally in my
He’s entrusted me with the one thing he loves most—his daughter, Layla. She was
just another detail of the mission, until she was suddenly so much more. I
never meant to fall for the enemy, but I couldn’t resist. I’m in too deep. My
brothers are determined to get me out, but I can’t let them interfere. It’s my
job to put down the target. However, when I do, I’ll lose the only woman I’ve
ever loved and the only good thing left in my life. If I don’t, I’ll lose
up the stairs to Layla’s room. I knocked hard on the door and listened. There
was no sound or movement that I could hear. “Layla, open the door.” Still,
there was nothing. When I opened the door, her closet was open, and it’d been
cleaned out, along with her dresser. “Motherfucker,” I huffed. “Layla!”
her room. How the hell could I not see her on the cameras? I ran down the
stairs and out the patio door. There were a line of trees blocking my sight of
the driveway, but I could see the top edge of one of the open garage doors. As
I drew closer, I could see her tossing her luggage in the back of a silver SUV.
She’d changed out of her green sundress from earlier into a pair of jeans and a
away from the trees. Layla jerked around, eyes blazing like fire as she grabbed
the gun at her waistband and pointed it straight at me. I stopped and held up
my hands. “Whoa. What the hell are you doing?”
perfect her stance was. She looked like she knew what she was doing. “I don’t
doubt it,” I replied cautiously. “Where’d you get the gun?”
forward. “Did he teach you how to shoot as well?”
I’m not the helpless princess everyone thinks I am.”
just above the garage door. “How did you get out here without me seeing you?”
“You’re not the only one who knows how to manipulate a camera. How else was I
supposed to sneak out as a teenager?”
anyone see us right now?”
and her body tensed. “Dammit, Bryce, don’t test me. I already know my father
told you to stop me. No matter what he says or what you do, I am going to get
out of here.”
me the truth.”
woman was so goddamned stubborn she’d get herself killed in the process. We
were only about six feet apart, with the gun still pointed at my chest. There
was only one thing left to do. I wasn’t about to underestimate her.
she could see the truth in my eyes.
you find out the answers. This is the only way to keep you safe.” It was also
the way to test her. I had to know how far her loyalty went with her father. It
might be what I had to do to finish my mission. Anthony would surely try to
come after me, but he’d have a hell of a time trying to find me.
author L. P. Dover is a southern belle living in North Carolina with her husband and
two beautiful girls. Before she began her literary journey she worked in
periodontics, enjoying the wonderment of dental surgeries.
hikes, and has a passion for singing. Her youngest daughter, who she’s also
written a children’s book with, expects a concert each and every night before
bedtime, usually Christmas carols.
including a children’s book with her youngest daughter, but her favorite to
write is romantic suspense. However, she has found a new passion in romantic
comedy, especially involving sexy golfers. Who knew the sport could be so dirty
and fun to write about.