Death wasn't something she feared, especially when she lived the life of a secret assassin. Sharp-witted and seemingly innocent, Hope Taylor perfected a lifestyle nobody could catch up to. But what she never expected, was to be watched.
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"So you won't be joining us for thanksgiving?" Arabella pouted on the other end of the phone
"Look I would if I could, but Lucas invited us to his family's home in Vermont" I lie
"Remind me to kill him next time for stealing you on our most cherished holiday" I chuckled "Bella I haven't been able to get drunk with you since I was twenty one on thanksgiving"
"I know, I know, you're a mommy. Nobody likes to see the alcohol go to mommy's head" I leaned back into my chair as i sighed
"Mom is going to be pissed you know? I'm hosting for the first time with my fiancé!" I laughed at the surprise from her own voice
"Look I'll send over a pie, but I just can't get out of this dinner with Lucas" I hear a knock at my door and there he stood confused
"Seriously his moms more stern than Mama Jones" Lucas walked in plopping himself down on the leather chair ahead of me
"Alright, you owe me though!"
"Bye Bella" I ended the call breathing out
"So why are you coming to Vermont with me?" He smiled as I shook my head "Avoiding thanksgiving, it'll just be me and Joely" he looked at me confused
"I love Bella and her family, they are my family. But I just know I'll be overwhelmed"
"You're welcome to come to my families thanksgiving, my mother loves children" he smiled "I can lie and say your my girlfriend, it would be a thanksgiving miracle" I laughed slightly and he stood
"I'm going to make a small turkey and sides for us. I won't rob Joely of the food" He rose a brow
"You know damn well she'd eat a pb&j and be happy. Your just doing this to prove some point? That you can do things on your own?" I rolled my eyes
"The offer stands, I leave tonight!" I shook my head "Very kind of you, thanks for letting me use you for a lie" he saluted to me
I spent every thanksgiving with the Jones, since I was seventeen years old. I hated blowing them off, I needed thanksgiving with just me and my girl. No stress or pressure of family
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Slamming the door to my Uber I rushed through the cold air that swarmed Boston. My apartment was just around the corner, so the walk wouldn't be too painful
I entered the store grabbing a cart. It was an insane idea to find a turkey the day before thanksgiving, especially in a city. My best luck was ordering a thanksgiving dinner from Boston Market and being depressed.
