Gettin' Lucky

The day he was sent to kill her was lucky for both of them.

Lucky:
In the Army they called me the Patron Saint of Death. Now I'm back home in the Irish Mafia, killing whoever they tell me to and screwing whoever I want. The one thing I don't do is care.

I meant to kill Mia quickly, as a mercy ... until she saved my life. She's helpless, naïve, barely more than a kid. I should dump her somewhere and be rid of her.

But she pulls at something deep inside -- a part of me I thought was dead forever...