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Devil
Between the memory of that curvy red-head’s body, the pain in her eyes, and the unknown of the why she’d shown up at the club’s gate looking like she’d been dragged behind a bike for a few miles and left for dead, I didn’t sleep worth a s**t.
Dasia Walker. Seventeen-year-old ward of the state. Too f*****g young and too f*****g hot for her own—and my own—good.
Over a month ago, I’d dug deep to get the scoop on the girl when Ryker had asked. I’d seen a few pictures, but the girl wasn’t on social media at all. Not a goddamn single site to let me into her head. See who she was behind the pretty face and sad eyes.
Tons of women looked pretty in pictures, but seeing Dasia in the flesh that first time had my d**k f*****g rock hard with the need to claim before I even realized who the
