Hot Love

clung to thei

, the sun bleeding into the horizon like it had been shot down. Cicadas hummed in the trees, and waves cras

, the other dragging down the edge of her too-short denim shorts. The hem teased her thighs, riding up further with

catch us one da

er head lazil

ses. She never looked at Lena directly when she spoke-just stared at her hands, or the paper, or

he was dra

spered, sketching the

said with a smirk. "That's

shirt even in this humidity, Mira Caldwell still in her Catholic school uniform despite it being June, and Ja

ome back here," Cameron sai

ng into the driver's side of the

st things safely,"

less. "That's rich coming f

ng lashes hiding whateve

rets. They didn't belong together-not in this town, not

here it had started. Where lines had bl

r of that club, before the news screamed mur

her, and powerful in ways no teenager should flirt with. He owned The Crimson Vault, the town's un

e I was a weapon,"

him, tall and cruel, with Lena in

of the East Coast Mafia. She only knew he made he

he wa

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em had pulled

that e

wrapped around a bottle of stolen whiskey, shirt open, hair win

-it wore suits, drove Mercede

He could almost see the Vault, the crimson glow th

his pocket. A text f

at you did.

dn't

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m, a figu

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is cigarette. The flame lit his eyes for a momen

ite the heat. She pulled her knees to

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med. Because Viktor D'Angelo had a hand on h

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ping beneath the sheets, Lena lay bac

she sai

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way I really am, wil

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she whi

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he distance, a

up went

voice-casua

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forward. "No. We

ce small but firm. "

her then-really

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