Over Him: A Jason McIver series

I stood, perching like an owl in the entrence of the door way looking into a dark room filled with silence; I laugh at the word. Maybe because it has never applied to me before, I had always had been on the run, been yelled at, chased away from the things I love and all by the loudest things in the world. Yet now I stand here looking at a room with a shy six year old little girl, and a fifteen something that is so insecure she sleeps with her fingers wrapped around the trigger of a eighty three she carries everywhere. And though most may think that's the most dangerous thing they've ever heard, for us it's safer than an ADT system. I think Grace is more capable with a gun than most trained Army Officals led alone me and Lucy is the most distracting thing I've ever layed my eyes on. She could distract the president if took the F1 out for a spin. Um... not that we have though... I ment that as a hypothetical thing... never mind. I shouldn't even be writing this down in a journal. It's putting who ever reads this at rist and us indanger. In fact right now someone working in the mob would probably kill to get the secrets out of me. Some have even tried, but I'm tough and have fought through the worst. You're probably wondering how I got into this mess and how everyone else came in but to tell that story I'll have to start from the begining, back in 1983.