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Turncoat

Anti-Heroes Will Continue...

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TURNCOAT

ANTI-HEROES | Book One

Megan Derr

Dixie is a man adrift, picking away at the evildoings of the Grand Order of Defenders and the DeVine Corporation wherever he's able. But none of it is what he really wants, and what he wants is out of reach.

Then a notorious thief crosses his path, a man with abilities that might make all the difference. With his help, Dixie can at long last return to face the people that destroyed his whole world and return that destruction tenfold.

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Turncoat

Anti-Heroes 2

By Megan Derr

Published by Megan Derr

All rights reserved.  No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner without written permission of the publisher, except for the purpose of reviews.

Edited by Samantha M. Derr

Cover designed by Natasha Snow

This book is a work of fiction and all names, characters, places, and incidents are fictional or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual people, places, or events is coincidental.

First Edition March 2016

Copyright © 2016 by Megan Derr

Printed in the United States of America

TURNCOAT

Dixie scrubbed the towel over his close-shaved hair and wiped water from his face, then let the towel fall to drape over his shoulders as he left the bathroom in a billow of steam. Black boxer briefs clung to his still damp skin as he padded down the hallway following the chirping of his phone.

He read the text from Matt saying that he and Karl had reached their safehouse without incident. Good. Tell your man to keep you in bed and out of trouble. Matt replied with a smirky emote, and Dixie tossed the phone back on his sofa, smiling faintly.

The house was quiet—too quiet, even after all these years of being alone. He'd never not be used to the sounds of his mama. The way her TV always had to be on even though she barely paid it any mind while she played whist with all her online buddies, cackling maniacally every now and again. Or the radio while she cooked or cleaned, the sounds of her phone and her laptop, the damned yippie dogs she'd liked to keep underfoot.

Dixie had always been more of a cat person, but he wasn't dumb enough to try and keep a pet when one, most of his enemies wouldn't hesitate to kill the poor thing just to hurt him; and two, he was probably gonna have to torch everything and run one day. The only person the Grand Order of Defenders wanted more than Dixie was the super hero killer nobody knew anything about, past his dumbass codename: Scones.

Well, they wanted Byron pretty damned badly, too, but even the G.O.D. knew that was a lost cause.

In the kitchen, he pulled a longneck out of the fridge and twisted off the cap, took a long swallow before he set the beer on the counter-slash-bar that divided the kitchen from the living room. He stared inside the fridge, considered the options there, then closed it with a sigh and leaned against it a moment before heaving away from it to poke through the cabinets instead.

Fuck it, maybe he should call for pizza. At the rate he was going, dinner was going to be beer and microwave popcorn. He didn't have the energy for shit all else, and he wasn't much feeling the only options in the house: pasta or rice.

He crossed the kitchen to the laundry area and dropped his towel in the washer, swung back to grab his beer, then dropped onto his leather sofa and picked up the large tablet lying on the coffee table. It shimmered, chirped softly as it read his fingerprints and scanned his retina, and finally displayed a small box with a vibrating blue line running across the center. "Fox in the henhouse," Dixie said, dropping his soft drawl and reciting the phrase in a perfect, mid-East American accent.

The tablet chimed and unlocked, displaying a boring wallpaper of a dark blue lake surrounded by evergreens, with a sleepy little cabin and dock far to the left, a tiny rowboat to the right, the only signs of its occupant the feet hanging over the edge and a dangling fishing pole.

Dixie had always wanted to be that relaxed, so comfortable in his skin and the world that he dozed off fishing in the middle of a lake in fuck nowhere, USA. "Pizza, usual order." The tablet chimed again and immediately the tablet sprang to life, pulling up the pizza website, logging in, loading his usual order, and sending it off.

He set the tablet aside and finished his beer, deliberated the wisdom of a second.

Then decided he deserved something after all the damned craziness and terror of the last few months. Even for being one of the most wanted men in the world, that had been a little too adventurous. Though they'd done woken themselves a real super villain. Sure as hell wasn't anything else to call Karl, now alias Countdown. Not much scared Dixie, but he was damned glad that man was on their side.

Hauling to his feet, he fetched a second beer and finally sat at the bar to go through all the damned mail. He didn't even want to think about all the work that would hit him the moment he opened the garage again. Maintaining it was a hassle, especially as he was gone so often, but he needed it to help maintain his current cover.

He threw out all the junk, retained the bills, and returned to his couch and beer. He'd just turned on the TV to find something to watch when the pizza showed, and for an hour, Dixie was able to pretend he was really and truly ordinary: a mechanic coming back from a long business trip, who wanted to unwind and sleep hard for several hours.

But good things and dreams never lasted, and this time they were interrupted by a loud bang, followed by a muffled cry of pain. Coming from his backyard. Hopefully it was just a couple of

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