Hero

☆ Cherise ☆

He found me again.

I moved to another state, and the bastard found me.

Worst part is, I tried really hard to help him get his life on track.

Now, he was making me a nervous wreck.

I couldn’t date, even if I wanted to.

I couldn’t go out with friends.

I couldn’t stay home and feel safe.

Then, one day, I got a call from an ex-military guy looking for a therapist.

He needed clearance to join the FBI.

He could be my stalker, or he could be a hero.

Determined not to live in fear any longer, I decided to help him.

☆Tobin ☆

After my brother's death, I realized in serving my country, I'd done a disservice to my family.

So, I snapped and broke some shit.

They quickly gave me my exit papers from the military.

As an ex-Marine, if I ever wanted to get into the FBI, I'd need to prove I wasn't a safety concern.

Apparently, people with anger management issues shouldn't carry weapons.

So I found a therapist—a female therapist.

We were all of fifteen minutes into our session when I realized all was not right in her world.

She was on edge because she had a stalker.

Lucky for me, I wasn't currently employed.

Lucky for her, I was highly trained and intensely motivated to save her.

I'd always been a sucker for a damsel in distress.

And this woman needed a hero.