122 rules
In his black-and-white world, Sam Bradford—former Marine turned government assassin—finally sees a speck of gray. He has always followed orders without question, but his latest assignment threatens to disrupt the precision of his universe and may either sever or redeem his last remaining sliver of humanity.
Using his mastery of the 122 Rules of Psychology, Sam hunts down everyone The Agency sends him to find and eliminates them. Just as he has his rifle scope focused on his latest victim, Monica Sable, a SoCal girl entangled with the mob, his long-dormant conscience reappears for a final performance—one last-ditch effort to save the sinking ship of Sam’s soul. He’s killed innocents before but tarries on pulling the trigger this time.
When Monica escapes his crosshairs and fumbles her way across the country in a pathetic attempt to elude capture, Sam gives chase. But he’s not the only one after her. Ruthless henchmen, hired by the mob, froth like bloodhounds and nip at Monica’s heels. Now Sam is faced with a choice: turn his back on the rules and jeopardize his way of life by helping her, or join the pack and rip her to shreds.
Using his mastery of the 122 Rules of Psychology, Sam hunts down everyone The Agency sends him to find and eliminates them. Just as he has his rifle scope focused on his latest victim, Monica Sable, a SoCal girl entangled with the mob, his long-dormant conscience reappears for a final performance—one last-ditch effort to save the sinking ship of Sam’s soul. He’s killed innocents before but tarries on pulling the trigger this time.
When Monica escapes his crosshairs and fumbles her way across the country in a pathetic attempt to elude capture, Sam gives chase. But he’s not the only one after her. Ruthless henchmen, hired by the mob, froth like bloodhounds and nip at Monica’s heels. Now Sam is faced with a choice: turn his back on the rules and jeopardize his way of life by helping her, or join the pack and rip her to shreds.
122 Rules by Deek Rhew
First chapter - audiobook
Chapter 1 of 122 Rules as read by the author.
What is everyone saying about 122 Rules?
“122 Rules is a fast-paced thrill-ride, filled with rich characters living in an expertly woven world of mystery and suspense. Deek Rhew’s debut novel will take readers by storm, and keep them coming back for sequels.”
~Michelle K. Pickett, Bestselling and award-winning author of PODs and Unspeakable.
-The perfect, fast-paced novel for fans of kick-butt heroines, creepy killers, and getting caught in the wrong place at the wrong time. An absolute must-read!
~Meradeth Houston, author of Travelers, An Absence of Light, and the Sary Society Series
With a pinch of humor and multiple twists of violent action, 122 RULES is a page-turning thriller where law-upholders, law-enforcers and law-breakers co-exist in a fuzzy line that makes you wonder: Who is enforcing the law, who is breaking it, and who are the victims of this uncertainty? Monica, a feisty and irreverent law student, is caught in the middle of it all when she finds herself in the wrong place, at the wrong time, overhearing the wrong conversation, one that changes her life forever taking us on a warped path where, what we think is real, might not be true, and what is true, is clearly debatable. Yes, Deek Rhew keeps you wondering until the last page!
--Leonardo Wild, author of THE GALAPAGOS AGENDA, a Paradigm Shift Thriller.
This is a moment in your life without comparison or equal because you are about to embark on a journey that will undoubtedly become one of those memorable experiences you tell all your friends about. And that’s why it is your Rhewination. From this point onward, everything else you read will be measured against your first reading Deek Rhew’s 122 Rules.
~Elgon Williams, author of Fried Windows (in a Light White Sauce)
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Deek Quotes
Time is our most precious commodity. When you pick up a book and commit to reading it, you are investing yourself. Before making any investment it is wise to see what you are committing to. Here are some excerpts to see if chasing this book is worth your time.
~Deek Rhew
~Deek Rhew
Quote #1
The light from the naked bulb spilled under her door, creating a luminescent mat that quickly faded to darkness as it misted across the grimy linoleum. Two heavy shadows that could only be a pair of very large feet broke the illumination.
~122 Rules
Quote #2
Just before they reached the door, she tried to pull out of his grasp, but he held her arm in an iron grip. "Don't..." he started to say, but the survivor took over, breaking her paralysis. With all her might, Monica swung her free elbow back into the man's solar plexus. He stood a head taller and arched forward in response to being sucker punched. She thrust her weight up and back, and when the back of her head connected with the center of the man’s face, his nose broke with a satisfactory crunch.
~122 Rules
Quote #3
Oh my god! Dead. I am dead. Do something! Her eyes darted about, looking for an escape. She had missed her chance to get away. No way would he underestimate her again.
He led her down the steps, around the corner, and toward the inevitable large black SUV. She had to do something, but he had left her almost no options.
Almost.
~122 Rules
Quote #4
All of these random people looked identical, like they were bred in an incubation chamber deep in a dark, underground lair. Or perhaps they stamped them out in some factory in Taiwan, the press working overtime to churn out as many soulless, plastic goons—complete with accessorizing pistol and ear piece—as possible.
~122 Rules
Quote #5
She tugged the small handle of the screen, and it popped out with a gentle snick. She glanced back at Bad Facelift, but the agent hadn’t moved. A little puddle of drool had pooled on the woman’s stark white shirt. It would have been sweet had the woman not been such a bitch.
~122 Rules
Quote #6
The timbre of his laugh strummed delicious rhythms across her eardrums. Each pulse caressed her, sending little jolts of electric pleasure to every fiber in her body. “Well, I suppose I could be a lunatic. What does your intuition tell you?” Even though she’d already made up her mind, she made a point of looking him over. “That you probably are crazy...but not dangerous.
~122 Rules
Quote #7
Monica wrapped the blankets tighter around her narrow shoulders and rolled onto her side, trying to focus on her book. After a while, the words pulled her in, and she found solace in the story.
She flipped the page, starting a new chapter, and had only read the first passage when something caught her attention. At first, she couldn’t figure out what had interrupted her concentration, but then her mind registered the quiet. Not even the rhythmical moaning and squeaking of bedsprings that echoed through the apartment on so many nights disturbed the heavy stillness. The ominous silence caused the hairs on the back of her neck to stand on end, and she turned over, staring at the ceiling, waiting for something to happen.
She didn’t have to wait long.
~122 Rules
Quote #8
Her mom, an expert manipulator, knew every inch of Angel’s mental blueprint. With the precision of a reverse bomb squad technician, she dexterously used her knowledge to cross the wires of doubt and push the buttons of guilt, twisting her daughter’s thoughts and emotions until Angel thought she would scream in frustration.
~122 Rules
Quote #9
The place felt wrong, with its sandblasted, sun-bleached buildings and boarded-up storefronts; it held a poisonous, hopeless vibe that seeped into his bones.
~122 Rules
Quote #10
Unlike you, she doesn’t mess around, Chet said. Maybe we should pass her name onto Josha as your replacement? First your religion, now your marital status. What have you got? Some rumors about the Methodists? Good to see the fine taxpayers of this country are getting their money’s worth. Hang up your pipe, Sherlock; there’s a new sheriff in town. Face it: this hillbilly is kicking your ass.
~122 Rules
Quote #11
Uh oh. Look out, everyone. Here comes Prince Uncharming. Since you’re on a roll, U.C., maybe you’ll be able to dropkick a dwarf and shoot all the forest animals on your way to butcher the damsel in distress.
Sam rolled his eyes at his inner conscience. I hardly think she’s in distress.
Did you hear her last night? I thought she was going to wake the dead.
That was a show. You and I both know it. Besides, the only one that will be dead soon is her.
Chet’s remark sent a narrow streak of unhappiness through Sam, and on the trail of that came a stab of indignity at the unjustness of her situation. Instead of continuing to banter with his inner voice, he simply said, Touché.
~122 Rules
Quote #12
He didn’t understand the horrific knot in his stomach or the sense of betraying someone he should be protecting. She was just another mark, no different than any other.
~122 Rules
Quote #13
Sam heard Josha type on his keyboard then pause before speaking again. “Client confirms. It’s her.”
“Do I do the drop?”
Pause, more typing, then, “Yes.”
“When?”
Josha didn’t hesitate this time. “Immediately.”
~122 Rules
Quote #14
Monica cursed. It hadn’t taken the homicidal bomber long to find her. He must have waited just in case he missed, and now he chased her with a raging intensity so great only her complete annihilation could soothe his fanatical desire for carnage. No chances this time. No mistakes. She wouldn’t be able to elude him and couldn’t hide in the desert, but she’d be damned if she wouldn’t make him work for it.
~122 Rules
Quote #15
At just before two in the morning, Monica pulled into the dirty parking lot of a motel. Weeds grew from cracks in the asphalt, and aged pages of sun-bleached newspapers adhered to the brick siding, glued in place by ancient rain showers. She picked the establishment with the flickering neon sign that boasted rooms by the hour, day, or month, passing up nicer major chain accommodations because this place would probably accept cash and ask no questions.
~122 Rules
Quote #16
The picture had a dour, depressed tone no professional photographer could hope to replicate. Only the Department of Motor Vehicles had the ability to capture that sort of soul-wrenching unhappiness. She fumbled with the remote and turned up the volume.
~122 Rules
Quote #17
The farther they travelled past the decimated debris of a humanity that littered the streets and decorated the landscape in a morose tableau of genocide, the more tense he became, like an electric wire forced to carry a larger and larger current.
~122 Rules
Quote #18
The view was similar to the nights in Alabaster Cove when she walked the beaches alone. The occasional school of florescent jellyfish would lounge on the surface of the sea, dotting the murky blackness like underwater paper lanterns. The vastness of the desert looked similar, but instead of an isolated patch of light, the dots of illumination went on for hundreds of miles, disappearing with the curvature of the Earth.
~122 Rules
Quote #19
Laven’s entire emotional repertoire seemed to consist only of various flavors of unpleasantness that ranged from displeasure to seething.
~122 Rules
Quote #20
One by one, the other homes’ lights had been extinguished as the late hour put the world to sleep.
~122 Rules
Quote #21
Tyron could see her imprint as clearly as if she’d written her name in the fog of a mirror and feel her warmth like she’d handed him the jacket off of her back.
~122 Rules
Quote #22
In Greek mythology, the living passed through Erebus at the moment of death. After making his first kill, Tyron had changed his last name to that of the primordial deity, who in many texts personified a darkness so deep no light could escape it.
~122 Rules
Quote #23
The clouds marched in from the side like a thousand knights on horseback, extending across the flat land and announcing the arrival of the Apocalypse.
~122 Rules
Quote #24
With the last of strength, he strained his neck forward and bit down with every ounce of energy in him on Tyron’s broken nose.
~122 Rules
Quote #25
His entire body ached, and he slumped over the handlebars trying to recover some of his strength while the motorcycle’s heavy engine idled underneath him like a purring dragon.
~122 Rules
Quote #26
Monica’s sense of déjà vu deepened as Martin lead them down a familiar white hallway and back to a small room that could have been the twin of the one she’d been in before. The sensory recall slammed into her like a speeding New York taxi.
~122 Rules
Quote #27
The morose tableau had been laid in anticipation of their arrival, both premonition and promise of unspeakable violence and un-satiated rage.
~122 Rules
The light from the naked bulb spilled under her door, creating a luminescent mat that quickly faded to darkness as it misted across the grimy linoleum. Two heavy shadows that could only be a pair of very large feet broke the illumination.
~122 Rules
Quote #2
Just before they reached the door, she tried to pull out of his grasp, but he held her arm in an iron grip. "Don't..." he started to say, but the survivor took over, breaking her paralysis. With all her might, Monica swung her free elbow back into the man's solar plexus. He stood a head taller and arched forward in response to being sucker punched. She thrust her weight up and back, and when the back of her head connected with the center of the man’s face, his nose broke with a satisfactory crunch.
~122 Rules
Quote #3
Oh my god! Dead. I am dead. Do something! Her eyes darted about, looking for an escape. She had missed her chance to get away. No way would he underestimate her again.
He led her down the steps, around the corner, and toward the inevitable large black SUV. She had to do something, but he had left her almost no options.
Almost.
~122 Rules
Quote #4
All of these random people looked identical, like they were bred in an incubation chamber deep in a dark, underground lair. Or perhaps they stamped them out in some factory in Taiwan, the press working overtime to churn out as many soulless, plastic goons—complete with accessorizing pistol and ear piece—as possible.
~122 Rules
Quote #5
She tugged the small handle of the screen, and it popped out with a gentle snick. She glanced back at Bad Facelift, but the agent hadn’t moved. A little puddle of drool had pooled on the woman’s stark white shirt. It would have been sweet had the woman not been such a bitch.
~122 Rules
Quote #6
The timbre of his laugh strummed delicious rhythms across her eardrums. Each pulse caressed her, sending little jolts of electric pleasure to every fiber in her body. “Well, I suppose I could be a lunatic. What does your intuition tell you?” Even though she’d already made up her mind, she made a point of looking him over. “That you probably are crazy...but not dangerous.
~122 Rules
Quote #7
Monica wrapped the blankets tighter around her narrow shoulders and rolled onto her side, trying to focus on her book. After a while, the words pulled her in, and she found solace in the story.
She flipped the page, starting a new chapter, and had only read the first passage when something caught her attention. At first, she couldn’t figure out what had interrupted her concentration, but then her mind registered the quiet. Not even the rhythmical moaning and squeaking of bedsprings that echoed through the apartment on so many nights disturbed the heavy stillness. The ominous silence caused the hairs on the back of her neck to stand on end, and she turned over, staring at the ceiling, waiting for something to happen.
She didn’t have to wait long.
~122 Rules
Quote #8
Her mom, an expert manipulator, knew every inch of Angel’s mental blueprint. With the precision of a reverse bomb squad technician, she dexterously used her knowledge to cross the wires of doubt and push the buttons of guilt, twisting her daughter’s thoughts and emotions until Angel thought she would scream in frustration.
~122 Rules
Quote #9
The place felt wrong, with its sandblasted, sun-bleached buildings and boarded-up storefronts; it held a poisonous, hopeless vibe that seeped into his bones.
~122 Rules
Quote #10
Unlike you, she doesn’t mess around, Chet said. Maybe we should pass her name onto Josha as your replacement? First your religion, now your marital status. What have you got? Some rumors about the Methodists? Good to see the fine taxpayers of this country are getting their money’s worth. Hang up your pipe, Sherlock; there’s a new sheriff in town. Face it: this hillbilly is kicking your ass.
~122 Rules
Quote #11
Uh oh. Look out, everyone. Here comes Prince Uncharming. Since you’re on a roll, U.C., maybe you’ll be able to dropkick a dwarf and shoot all the forest animals on your way to butcher the damsel in distress.
Sam rolled his eyes at his inner conscience. I hardly think she’s in distress.
Did you hear her last night? I thought she was going to wake the dead.
That was a show. You and I both know it. Besides, the only one that will be dead soon is her.
Chet’s remark sent a narrow streak of unhappiness through Sam, and on the trail of that came a stab of indignity at the unjustness of her situation. Instead of continuing to banter with his inner voice, he simply said, Touché.
~122 Rules
Quote #12
He didn’t understand the horrific knot in his stomach or the sense of betraying someone he should be protecting. She was just another mark, no different than any other.
~122 Rules
Quote #13
Sam heard Josha type on his keyboard then pause before speaking again. “Client confirms. It’s her.”
“Do I do the drop?”
Pause, more typing, then, “Yes.”
“When?”
Josha didn’t hesitate this time. “Immediately.”
~122 Rules
Quote #14
Monica cursed. It hadn’t taken the homicidal bomber long to find her. He must have waited just in case he missed, and now he chased her with a raging intensity so great only her complete annihilation could soothe his fanatical desire for carnage. No chances this time. No mistakes. She wouldn’t be able to elude him and couldn’t hide in the desert, but she’d be damned if she wouldn’t make him work for it.
~122 Rules
Quote #15
At just before two in the morning, Monica pulled into the dirty parking lot of a motel. Weeds grew from cracks in the asphalt, and aged pages of sun-bleached newspapers adhered to the brick siding, glued in place by ancient rain showers. She picked the establishment with the flickering neon sign that boasted rooms by the hour, day, or month, passing up nicer major chain accommodations because this place would probably accept cash and ask no questions.
~122 Rules
Quote #16
The picture had a dour, depressed tone no professional photographer could hope to replicate. Only the Department of Motor Vehicles had the ability to capture that sort of soul-wrenching unhappiness. She fumbled with the remote and turned up the volume.
~122 Rules
Quote #17
The farther they travelled past the decimated debris of a humanity that littered the streets and decorated the landscape in a morose tableau of genocide, the more tense he became, like an electric wire forced to carry a larger and larger current.
~122 Rules
Quote #18
The view was similar to the nights in Alabaster Cove when she walked the beaches alone. The occasional school of florescent jellyfish would lounge on the surface of the sea, dotting the murky blackness like underwater paper lanterns. The vastness of the desert looked similar, but instead of an isolated patch of light, the dots of illumination went on for hundreds of miles, disappearing with the curvature of the Earth.
~122 Rules
Quote #19
Laven’s entire emotional repertoire seemed to consist only of various flavors of unpleasantness that ranged from displeasure to seething.
~122 Rules
Quote #20
One by one, the other homes’ lights had been extinguished as the late hour put the world to sleep.
~122 Rules
Quote #21
Tyron could see her imprint as clearly as if she’d written her name in the fog of a mirror and feel her warmth like she’d handed him the jacket off of her back.
~122 Rules
Quote #22
In Greek mythology, the living passed through Erebus at the moment of death. After making his first kill, Tyron had changed his last name to that of the primordial deity, who in many texts personified a darkness so deep no light could escape it.
~122 Rules
Quote #23
The clouds marched in from the side like a thousand knights on horseback, extending across the flat land and announcing the arrival of the Apocalypse.
~122 Rules
Quote #24
With the last of strength, he strained his neck forward and bit down with every ounce of energy in him on Tyron’s broken nose.
~122 Rules
Quote #25
His entire body ached, and he slumped over the handlebars trying to recover some of his strength while the motorcycle’s heavy engine idled underneath him like a purring dragon.
~122 Rules
Quote #26
Monica’s sense of déjà vu deepened as Martin lead them down a familiar white hallway and back to a small room that could have been the twin of the one she’d been in before. The sensory recall slammed into her like a speeding New York taxi.
~122 Rules
Quote #27
The morose tableau had been laid in anticipation of their arrival, both premonition and promise of unspeakable violence and un-satiated rage.
~122 Rules
