Gangs

I thought the ring hidden in Shakespeare's Sonnets meant forever, until I found the coordinates scrawled in Crime and Punishment.

For two years, Marcus played the perfect fiancé. He kissed me among the dusty shelves, calling me his "wholesome little bookworm," while using my mother's legacy to pass secret codes. I was just his cover. His innocent front.

Curiosity led me to Pier Seven, hoping for...

“Jaxon,” she moans, her fingers twisting in my hair.
I reach her center, my fingers tracing the inside of her thighs. She’s soaked, and I know it has nothing to do with her shower. I can feel her clit throbbing, begging for attention. And God I'm going to give into it.


Jaxon raised by the Black Vipers since he was three, to those who know him, he’s nothing but a weapon—cold, untouchable, sou...