Revenge has Come (An FBI/Romance Thriller Book 19) Read online

  Table of Contents

  Revenge hasCome

  By Morgan Kelley

  prologue

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  ChaPter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  ChaPTer fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Epilogue

  To be continued…

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  Revenge hasCome

  By Morgan Kelley

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  Content Advisory: This book is intended for mature audiences and contains graphic violence, explicit sexual activity and disturbing imagery

  ©Copyright 2017 cover done by Celeste Abrahms

  Editing by Rachel Blackett and proofreading by Laura Matias.

  Dear Reader,

  Since my books crossover a great deal, I recommend reading them as they are written. I tend to mention characters in books they don’t generally occur in, and later in the series, there are full crossovers.

  Some readers have contacted me for this list, and I figured I’d pass it on to the rest of you.

  While you can read the books by series only, it only enhances the reading experience if you go in order of how I wrote them. I tend to give away secrets…

  I’m sneaky like that.

  On the next page, I’ve given you the list.

  MK

  Here is the reading book order:

  The Killing Times (FBI)

  Sacred Burial Grounds (FBI)

  True Love Lost (FBI)

  Deep Dark Mire (FBI)

  Fire Burns Hot (FBI)

  Celestia is Falling (Croft & Croft)

  Darkness of Truth (FBI)

  Vegas is Dying (Croft)

  Devil hath Come (FBI)

  Christmas is Killing (Croft)

  Blood Red Rage (Littlemoon)

  Consumed by Wrath (FBI)

  Sinner Repent (Carter trilogy 1)

  Love is Bleeding (Croft)

  Lost & Broken (Littlemoon)

  Illegal Fantasies (Anthology 1)

  Redemption is Here (FBI)

  Sinner Realized.(Carter trilogy 2)

  Romance Under Arrest (Anthology 2)

  Heaven is Weeping (Croft)

  Unthinkable Games (Littlemoon)

  Dead Shall Speak (FBI)

  Sinner Reborn (Carter trilogy 3)

  Pledging to Die (FBI)

  Hell is Burning (Croft)

  Truth is Found (Littlemoon)

  Slay Bells Ring (FBI)

  Holiday Reinforcements (Trilogy 3)

  Oracle Rising (Oracle)

  Past will Haunt (FBI Flashback 1)

  Choices will Destroy (FBI)

  Justice is Dead (Final croft book)

  Haven of Nightmares (Littlemoon)

  Blood Shall Run (FBI)

  Oracle Seeing (Oracle)

  Dark Justice (New Croft Series)

  Forbidden Secrets (Littlemoon)

  Act of Blood (FBI)

  Oracle Saving (Oracle)

  Stalked by the Past (FBI flashback 2 )

  Dying to Love (FBI)

  Lost Justice (Croft)

  Kiss of Souls ( Littlemoon) (FBI/Littlemoon crossover)

  Oracle Haunting (Oracle)

  Revenge has Come (FBI)

  Paid Justice (Croft)

  Lost Souls (Littlemoon)

  Discarded by Fate (FBI)October 2017

  Atonement (Hunter Trilogy 1) November 2017

  It’s Good to be the Boss (Romance Anthology 1) November 2017

  Harcourte books do not cross over and can be read anytime.

  Dangerous Revelations

  Dangerous Choices

  Dangerous Misery

  Dangerous Retaliation

  Dangerous Influence

  Dangerous Sacrifice

  Dangerous Destruction Dec 2017

  ~~~~ About the Author ~~~~

  Morgan Kelley lives in the beautiful Pocono Mountains with her husband and two children. After attending college at Penn State University and studying Criminal Justice, Morgan knew her only true passion in life would be murder and books. She put them both together and began her career as a writer. Other than books and writing, you can find Morgan hanging out in her garden and digging in the dirt.

  Her other works include: The Junction, Serial Sins, The Blood Betrayal, The Killing Times (1), Sacred Burial Grounds (2), True Love Lost (3), Deep Dark Mire (4), Fire Burns Hot (5), Darkness of Truth (6), Devil Hath Come (7), Consumed by Wrath (8), Redemption is Here (9), Dead Shall Speak (10), Pledging to Die (11), Slay Bells Ring (12), Past will Haunt (13), Choices will Destroy (14), Blood shall Run (15), Act of Blood (16), Stalked by the Past (17), Dying to love (18), Revenge has Come (19), Blood Red Rage (1) Lost & Broken (2), Unthinkable Games (3), Truth is Found (4), Haven of Nightmares (5), Forbidden Secrets (6), Kiss of Souls (7), Celestia is Falling (1), Vegas is Dying (2), Christmas is Killing (3), Love is Bleeding (4), Heaven is Weeping (5), Hell is Burning (6), Justice is Dead (7), Dangerous Revelations (1), Dangerous Choices (2), Dangerous Misery (3), Dangerous Retaliation (4), Dangerous Influence (5), Dangerous Sacrifice (6), Sinner Repent (1), Sinner Realized (2), Sinner Reborn (3), Oracle Rising (1), Oracle Seeing (2), Oracle Saving (3), Oracle Haunting (4), Illegal Fantasies (Anthology 1), Romance Under Arrest (Anthology 2), and Holiday Reinforcements (Anthology 3)

  Please feel free to visit Morgan at her website: www.morgankelley.com, email her [email protected], or visit her blog at www.morgankelley.blogspot.com or her website www.morgankelley.com

  prologue

  The Panhandle

  Somewhere In

  The Mid-West

  O h, the fun was about to begin, and she couldn’t wait. It had been some time since she’d taken a shot at Elizabeth Blackhawk, and it was time to get ready to do battle. Honestly, the last time had been an unmitigated disaster. She’d barely made it out with her life and had to run like a dog with its tail between its legs.

  This time, it was going to be a different story. The ending would still be death, but it wouldn’t be hers.

  Why was she finally ready?

  Why was this going to be the ultimate chance?

  Because finally, Bonnie had time to watch her—to study her prey, and to prepare. It had been exciting and fun to study her opponent. Elizabeth Blackhawk’s life was like some soap opera, filled with drama, media, and chaos.

  It
had been entertaining.

  So much had gone on in Elizabeth’s life, that it was almost ironic. Here, Lottie Tipton had been an actress, and a writer couldn’t make this shit up if they tried. To Bonnie, it was like watching a movie, and she knew Hollywood. Bonnie knew how to act out the role of a lifetime, and this was it. Her alter ego, Lottie, thrived on it.

  She was going to be the one who killed Elizabeth Blackhawk. She’d dismantle her life and make her pay. The woman dared come at her, ruining her fun. She’d been about ready to kill that irritating US Marshal, and she’d stopped her.

  It pissed her off.

  She’d been so close to destroying him.

  Then that bitch rolled into the thick of it, upheaving her fun.

  Well, it was payback time.

  Before that fateful day, she’d had it easy. Bonnie had been hidden in plain sight, and that led to a comfortable life. There was money, homes, and fun.

  Her father had basically supported her, she’d had the protection of a friend who had become her step-mother, and there’d been money.

  Lots.

  And.

  Lots.

  When she’d killed them both, the plan had been to rake it in, put the greenbacks in some secret account, and live off that as she crisscrossed the country killing for fun.

  Clyde had told her it would work.

  And as usual, it failed.

  Now she was poor, and it sucked. The U.S Marshals locked down all her accounts, stole her dead daddy’s money, and all to make sure she couldn’t access it. They’d ruined her plans, and that pissed Bonnie off.

  NO ONE told her what to do.

  She was a princess.

  Why couldn’t a girl have some fun?

  Didn’t she deserve it?

  Her daddy had violated her, using her body, and promising her happiness and wealth.

  She’d tolerated his touch.

  His vile body buried in hers.

  The leering glances, the pats on the ass, and the many times he’d use her when her step-mother had gone away.

  She’d hooked her friend up with her daddy for a reason. Then he’d have young tail to chase, and he’d leave her alone.

  It didn’t work.

  He’d still liked the taboo.

  And she’d swallowed it.

  Then there was the man she’d hooked up with to forget about what she’d suffered.

  Clyde.

  It had been a way out.

  He’d been bat shit insane, and she’d tolerated it. For months, she’d been forced to put up with Clyde’s nonsense, and the irritating plotting he called genius.

  It was pathetic.

  Why couldn’t the law just leave her alone?

  She deserved an easy and enjoyable life. That was all she wanted.

  Some girls like parties.

  She loved bathing in the blood of the dead.

  Sue her.

  It was her hobby.

  She had every right to enjoy the little things, but because of Elizabeth Blackhawk, and that annoying US Marshal Rakin, she’d been stripped of everything.

  No nice cars.

  No fancy digs.

  She even had to find a job doing menial things once her small cash flow was gone. That alone made her want to hurt them all.

  Oh, and hurt them she would.

  They deserved it for what they’d done.

  They had to suffer.

  They had to pay.

  She’d been stripped of her prestige. Bonnie had been part of the elite, partying in Hollywood, but because of Clyde and the Blackhawks, she’d lost it all. Now she aimlessly had to wander, trying to survive.

  The US Marshals were on her ass.

  They were tracking her every move.

  The world wanted her locked in a cell, and that wouldn’t do. She wasn’t some caged bird. She was a gorgeous plumed peacock, and she’d just begun to spread her tailfeathers.

  She was taking on the world, one victim at a time.

  What rubbed her the wrong way more than anything was that Elizabeth, a woman, was trying to find her.

  Really?

  Women should support each other.

  Bonnie knew that the only reason she was after her was because she was jealous.

  She wanted to be free like her.

  How could she not?

  She was tied to those bratty kids, those aging men, and a life of monotony.

  Bonnie knew she’d die if she couldn’t be free.

  That’s why she’d gone under.

  Not in fear, no.

  But in anticipation of what was to come.

  Well, finally, after the many months in hiding, she was ready to take them on again. Only she’d be the winner.

  She deserved it.

  It was time.

  Bonnie knew that this time, she could beat them. Truth be told, it only took watching and studying her prey. It was easy enough to do. They were all over the media—like she’d once been.

  That killed her.

  Elizabeth had stolen her spotlight.

  For that, she had to pay.

  As she made notes, watching Elizabeth going off to fancy parties with her Deputy Director husband, or plush book signing events with her author spouse, it infuriated her.

  That was her fucking life!

  She’d taken away all the lovely things she wanted in her existence...

  It wasn’t fair!

  It wasn’t right!

  It was torture to watch, and now she had to pay.

  Well, Bonnie had news for the old hag. She was taking it back. She was going to move through Elizabeth’s life, taking out obstacles, person by person, until she made her bleed.

  She’d start small.

  Insignificant.

  Think of it as setting the stage for a much grander production.

  Or, think of it as training her helper.

  Who was Bonnie without her Clyde?

  Who was she without her sidekick?

  Only this time, she was going to be the one in charge. Instead of a man, she had picked a woman to help her on this free-for-all. Bonnie had found the perfect partner for this escapade, and it was going to work.

  This girl was beautiful, sexy, and twisted beyond belief. When she’d taken that first victim, there was no remorse.

  She’d laughed.

  Then she’d licked the blade of her ax.

  It was…exciting.

  Her new partner was definitely an incarnate of evil, long dead. She had a love for beheading, torturing, and raping her victims with the handle of her ax.

  Bonnie found her to be a hoot.

  Amusing.

  Entertaining.

  And perfect.

  And her name?

  Lizzie.

  It was poetic in a way. The men in Elizabeth’s life called her Lyzee, and that amused Bonnie.

  Lizzie versus Lyzee.

  Oh, what a beautiful battle that would be.

  She was putting her money on crazy—that was for damn sure.

  It was hard to ignore the past. Bonnie and Clyde had ridden into present day, and now the reborn Lizzie Borden was back too.

  It was going to be fun.

  Why?

  Because this Lizzie also had an ax, and with it she was going to give Elizabeth Blackhawk’s life a whack. When it was over for her, too, she’d go after Marshal Rakin, her number two.

  Bonnie giggled outrageously at her little rhyme.

  It was silly, fun, and the start of the new adventure.

  It was a new day, and the fun was about to begin.

  Most importantly…

  They were going to pay.

  Honestly, Bonnie was sick of wandering around, trying to make ends meet. She wanted the luxury back. She wanted pedicures, manicures, and a gorgeous fur coat.

  As soon as the US Marshal and Elizabeth Blackhawk were dead, she was heading South. As in South America. She’d find some sick despot dictator, and she’d rock his world, becoming the woman beside the power.


  Bonnie wasn’t afraid of playing the odds.

  She had everything going for her.

  She was sexy.

  She was beautiful.

  She was cunning.

  What did that FBI hag have over her? She was in her forties, and that was ancient. She had let a man use her body to spawn, and it had destroyed any chance at perfection.

  She’d tied herself down.

  That wasn’t happening to her.

  In the end, she was coming out the winner.

  Why?

  She’d watched everything.

  She’d planned.

  She had backup.

  And it was time.

  Heading into the other room where the two women shared a bed, she found her.

  “Lizzie, it’s time to start our new adventure.”

  The woman stared up at her with dark cat eyes, as a smile crested her lips.

  “Is it time to begin all the killing?” she asked. “Is it really time?”

  Bonnie joined her on the bed so they could talk about what was coming.

  “Yes, pet, it’s time. I have the plan, and where Clyde fucked it up, you and I…”

  Lizzie already knew the answer.

  She cut Bonnie off.

  “We will finish your mission, and then we’ll retire together to enjoy life. I think we should head to an island and relax for the rest of our lives.”

  She opened her mouth.

  Lizzie cut her off again.

  “We can rule side by side. You can be the head queen, and I’ll be your partner in crime. I want to be with you. You’re perfect for me, Bonnie.”

  Yeah, no.

  That didn’t work for Bonnie.

  She hated pretentious people like Clyde. This woman actually thought they had a future, and that was funny. She also hated people who didn’t let her speak.

  Clyde did that.

  Look at how that ended. This child had a lot to learn if she wanted to stay alive.

  But for now…

  Bonnie smiled. “Of course we will,” she said, giving the woman a kiss. Let her think whatever she needed to assume to get through the day.

  Truth be told, she was expendable.

  If the time came, Bonnie would walk away to save herself. Lizzie was simply an actress in the play of life, and she could be replaced.