Hard Justice by Sybil Bartel

One f*cking bullet.
That’s all I needed.
My gun in my hand and my finger on the trigger.

Hatred ran though my veins and the taste of revenge in my mouth had a name—justice. That bitch was going to be mine. Except I was kidding myself if I thought one more shot would change a damn thing. My life was already worthless, and my future was dead. I’d destroyed everything.
But then I heard her voice, angel soft and breathless, and history repeated itself. My heart stopped. Except this time, reality twisted on its axis and I was staring at the impossible. I didn’t even blink.

I pulled the trigger.