The man who was knocked out cold under a camouflage tarp at the back of the boat. With more muscles than brains, the enforcer at the helm wasn’t the kind to question an order, instead using his tremendous brawn to overpower those around him and bring them to his boss-and today, that unlucky person was Paul Stevens. He’d been out there many times in the past delivering on an order he’d been given by the one currently waiting for them at their final destination. The man steering the flatbed vessel through the swampy marshlands was familiar with this route. THE AIR WAS heavy, thick with the humidity New Orleans was famous for, as the aluminum airboat navigated its way through the shallow waters of Louisiana’s bayous. The day I realized that ground ran red with blood.Ī man determined to right the wrongs of my father.Ī man who never believed anyone could love the son of such a monster.Īnd I forgot for a moment you should never turn your back on your enemy.Īnd thus begins a lesson to those who would seek to harm: Never underestimate what the Priest will do to protect the Princess and the Prick. The man who terrorized a town and made its citizens fear Until the age of seven, I was Joel Alexander Donovan, son of Jimmy. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.Īnd when it comes to my heart, there is only one rule: Cover Photographer: Mark Short Photography
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