"Calculated Little Risk"

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.