Calculated Little Risk

They thought they’d buried the truth with my parents. They were wrong.

I was supposed to be a scholar, a ghost in the machine of MI6, or a footnote in my father’s legacy. Instead, I became the woman who walked out of the fire and straight into the crosshairs.

After the car bomb, I didn’t go into hiding. I went hunting.

My father’s Black Book didn’t just contain names. It contained survival strategies, buried secrets, and a roadmap written in blood. My father taught me how to read people, calculate risk, and recognise the exact moment an ally becomes a liability.

Now I’m trapped in the Louisiana swamp with a target on my back, a hit squad on my heels, and a boy my father ordered me to save.

They sent killers to clean up loose ends. They didn’t count on me.

Because my father trained me well, and I have nothing left to lose. 

If you’re looking for a fairy tale, look elsewhere.

If you want to see how I became the woman people fear…

Start reading.