Though bullets fly true, the life of a hitman is never so straight forward. Identity is fleeting. Harry; Mickey; Gerald; Jack: they all take a back seat when Max comes out to play. And Jeremiah? Well, he's not exactly happy that I've fallen in love.
The girl downstairs has no idea what's coming when she opens the door to my bleeding face. Jeremiah's ire, Max's fury, THEIR wrath... I'd risk it all. Death and danger wait just around the corner, but I'm still glad she came into my life. No matter what happens to me, it's all worth it, for her...