Forget Me, Sloane by Hannah Gray

Five. That’s how old I was when I picked up a ball for the very first time during flag football—something my mom had signed me up for.
Nine. That’s when I decided I’d stop at nothing until I played football at the highest level.
Fifteen. That’s when my father informed me that the only future I had was working at his private investigation firm.
Seventeen. That’s when I tried to escape the future that had been laid out for me. Tried to cut all ties that connected me to my own blood. Spoiler alert: It didn’t work. They still own me.
Eighteen. That’s when I was told if I completed this one job, I’d be cut loose. Free. I’d finally be free. It seemed easy enough.
Then, I meet her. You know, the one who makes you do all kinds of stupid, wacky stuff because you feel things you’ve never felt before. Yeah … that’s the one.
Here’s the real kicker: What happens when the girl you’ve likely already fallen in love with is the one you need to betray in order to leave behind a life you can’t stand?
Well, that’s a damn good question. I’m dying to know myself.