Never Truth
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Never Truth is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
Copyright © 2019 Jill Ramsower
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Contents
Books by Jill
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Epilogue
Acknowledgments
About the Author
Social Media & Website
Books by Jill Ramsower
The Five Families Series
Forever Lies
Never Truth
Blood Always
Where Loyalties Lie
Impossible Odds
Absolute Silence
Perfect Enemies
The Savage Pride Duet
Savage Pride
Silent Prejudice
The Byrne Brothers Series
Silent Vows
Corrupted Union
The Of Myth & Man Series
Curse & Craving
Venom & Vice
Blood & Breath
Siege & Seduction
Never Truth
Jill Ramsower
“Please, Daddy, can I go with you? I don’t wanna go with Mama. I want to go with you and Marco to the movies. I swear I’m big enough to sit quiet. Pleeeeeease!” I infused my voice with as much earnest pleading as a five-year-old girl could muster and looked up at my father with Oscar-worthy puppy-dog eyes.
My dad had said he was taking Marco to the movies while Mama was at the school play rehearsal with Lessi and Maria. I was supposed to go with the girls, but that wasn’t my choice. Given the opportunity, I was always at my brother’s side. He was eleven, the oldest of us kids, and I idolized everything about him. If he thought it was cool to wear ankle socks, I wanted to wear ankle socks. If he went out to ride his bike, I would run along behind him as long as he would let me. As far as I was concerned, my big brother hung the moon.
“Sweet girl, we’re going to see a spy movie. I’m not sure you’d like it,” explained my dad, trying to let me down gently.
“Yeah!” Marco said as he entered the room. “You’d be pretty scared, Sof. This one’s got guns and lots of action. It’s not really a girl movie.”
My face immediately pinched with annoyance. “I watch lots of movies with you, Marco. I’m not scared!”