Chapter 37 I know nothing about him

Harley’s P.O.V.

“Don’t call me that!”

I scowled, shoving against his chest. “I am not a walking disaster.”

It was like pushing against a wall, warm, solid and infuriatingly unmoved. But Carlos stepped back, laughing, the sound smooth like velvet wrapping around steel.

“Alright, alright,” he said, sh...

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