My Other Life

                                                                              Chapter 1


                To look at Marrero Louisiana, one would think that Katrina did a wicked job on landscaping but after five years Marrero was coming back. New houses, New Orleans Saints winning the Superbowl in Miami. Who would have thought it right? Only took 43 years years and on helluva of hurricane to make that happen. But in Marrero which was just east of New Orleans it was a normal neighborhood just like the rest of America. Picket fences and kids playing in yards and other family things. But it was anything but normal for The Morgan's. Their house was destroyed during the storm but was rebuilted costing a pretty penny at two hundred and fifty thousand dollars. It was a drop in the bucket.really.
                But like every sleep southern town Marrero had one secret. It was a huge secret but only one woman knew. The pressure of it seemed almost too much to bear sometimes then came the paydays. Millions were dropped into a bank account and then a hit was made. Dangerous and incredibly stupid on her part to even had a family knowing this was her life style. She had spent many years debating that every thought. But in the end, the always sexy male named Mackenzie Taylor always seemed to warm,her cold heart. How that happen was beyond her but it did. Probably mistake number one. In her line of work, she would off entire family when the money was right but here she sat in a sleepy southern town living the high life. Seems too rich to be real.
                Driving a Lexus with gold trimming Amanda Taylor stepped out of the car in her own driveway. She slender and tall. Her body was well built due to restricted workout she did on a daily basics. Her hands afterward were considered weapons after all. She was wearing gray slacks and heels with a white cotton long sleeve button down shirt. Her long auburn hair was out of a bottle for now. She had at one time blonde hair but that was so many years ago. Her green eyes were hidden from view with a pair of Louis Vuton sunglasses. Her house sat on a small lake with at least an acre or two between neighbors. She loved quiet and nature. But as she entered the house, she was unaware that someone was watching her every move. Just waiting for the time to strike. She closed the front door. She was met at the door by her dog. One would thing she would have a Roc or doberman  but nope not her. She had a chihuahua. It was small and totally cute and Amanda loved the dog. She would bark at everything that moved. Perfect.