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    The Proposition
    The Proposition
    The Proposition
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    The Proposition

    By John Risvold

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    Jake Barnes was the CIA's most lethal operative, until his partner framed him for the murder of a Federal Judge.

    Now in hiding, he thought he would be safe on the island. His days as a trained killer behind him, he has an average job and an average life. He thought he had escaped his assassin past, until his sordid past began hunting him. His former partner is on the island looking to take him back to the mainland - dead or alive.

    When the beautiful Marra walks into his life, everything changes in an instant. She knows who Jake really is and what he is hiding from. She'll help him escape the island, but he must choose between his life and another's death.

    In order to save his life, the beautiful woman proposes a plan to help Jake escape. Mara's deadly proposition is Barnes only way to survive, but throws him back into a life he tried to escape.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherJohn Risvold
    Release dateApr 7, 2016
    ISBN9781311018267
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      The Proposition - John Risvold

      The Proposition

      John Risvold

      TABLE OF CONTENTS

      ONE

      TWO

      THREE

      FOUR

      FIVE

      SIX

      SEVEN

      EIGHT

      NINE

      TEN

      ELEVEN

      This book is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. This book may not be re-sold or given away to other people. If you would like to share this book with another person, please purchase an additional copy for each recipient. If you’re reading this book and did not purchase it, or it was not purchased for your use only, then please return to your favorite book retailer and purchase your own copy. Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author

      Copyright John Risvold 2016.

      ONE

      The air was sticky and sweet. It was before dawn when he started down the path from the one room cottage he had rented toward the bottom of the mountain.  He ran through the small town and toward the resorts, his view blocked by the hills and buildings. The morning was warmer than he had expected. His pace quickened as he passed the local market, then the restaurant he had been bartending at for the past month. He ran further, past the drug store and the shops for the tourists. His feet pounded the pavement as he picked up speed. He weaved past bicycles that were chained to lamp posts and newspaper stands on the corners. He paid little attention to the three traffic signals he passed, unsure whether they were red or green. There was no traffic, just the sounds from inside the stores of owners preparing to open. He heard none of this, of course, as music blared in his ears, pushing him further and faster. He came to a fork in the road and went left, past his favorite late night watering hole, the Sly Mongoose, and toward the shoreline path. He rounded a corner and caught his first glimpse of the sea in at least two miles.  A bit of salt hung in the damp air as the sun began to make its way over the horizon, casting a long glaring beam of light on the ocean. The ocean seemed to meet the sky thousands of miles in the distance. He noticed the sea was empty, the sailboats that occupied the harbor had yet to awake from their docked slumber and he enjoyed the vastness of the blue water.

      His shoes crunched the rocks and sand on the make-shift coastal trail. The sweat had darkened his gray shirt and dripped from his hair down the back of his neck. White headphones peaked out from the neck of his shirt and ran underneath to an iPod in his pocket.

      Four Miles Completed, a female voice spoke into the headphones over the noise of the running mix he had created, Current Pace: 7:13 per mile.

      He pressed his feet into the ground, pushing off harder and willing his tired legs to continue the pace. He felt sluggish. He used to be faster, more toned. His reflexes had been sharper before coming to the island.

      The sun rose higher, hanging over the ocean precariously. Scantily clad men, tanned and in shape, were accompanying beautiful, less than natural, women toward the beach, wrapped in cover-ups and wearing floppy sun hats. They kicked their sandals off and walked, arms locked, through the sand. Other, older vacationers were beginning to make their way to the white sandy beaches bordering their luxury hotels to claim their stake on the Cabanas or lounge chairs. The luxury cabanas were undergoing last minute preparations by hotel workers in flowery shirts and white shorts. Umbrellas lined the shore, far enough from the waves that the patrons wouldn’t get wet, but close enough that the roar of the waves crashing into the shore could rock you to sleep.

      He continued past the private beaches of the luxury hotels, breathing heavily with the increasing incline of the running path. He felt his footing become unsteady  as the path changed from firm sand to gravel as it lead up and into the mountainous island. As he made his way inland, the landscape changed. It became rockier, the path lined with ferns, volcanic rock and tall palm trees.

      The coast grew jagged as he proceeded upward, toward the mountain. In the morning light, you could see a bit of the steam rising from the top of the mountain. He remembered from elementary school that many of the islands in this region of the South Pacific were still active volcanoes.  He had been told that this island was one of them. At least he thought that it was this island. He wasn’t sure which of the small chain of islands were active anymore.

                    Five Miles Completed, the female voice came back over his headphones. The repetitive pattern of his feet against the worn trail kept pace with the drum beat from the song that had blared through

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