Being the VP of the Ruthless Kings has made me jaded
and scarred, a savage bloodthirsty beast.
Grit, pain, blood, the three constants in my life.
I wouldn’t burden anyone with loving me. I’m a hard man to
Until she walks through the garage doors, looking perfect in
her little blue dress and high heels.
She’s neat and clean and too damn good for
me, but I’m determined to get her filthy.
Then Reaper reminds me of the debt I owe him, and the fine
is costly—stay away from the woman whose voice is a song.
Because her father is the sheriff of Vegas, and he fucking
Come to find out, the sheriff is a bit crooked, which
unlocks a whole new set of rules in my playbook. And I have the right tools to
break all of them.
Do I go against my Prez again for my little sparrow? Or
do I let her fly away?
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