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p r o l o g u e

prologue // excerpt

I watched as my dad heaved the influenced boy into the backseat. His blood shot, piercing blue eyes burned into mine through the reflection of the rearview mirror as he settled himself into the leather seat, an inticing smirk spreading across his lips. His blonde hair was matted against his forehead, his sweat acting as its own adhesive. I shifted my eyes quickly to my dad scribbling some messy writing onto a report sheet outside, wanting him to get back into the car as quickly as he possibly could.  

I've been told ever since I've started riding along with my dad, to ignore the criminal, no matter how arrogant they are, or how tempting it is, ignore. I heard his weight shift in the seat, before feeling his breath on my skin. 

"You're a pretty one, aren't you sweetheart?" He whispered, the drunken words so effortlessly falling off of his lips, causing chills to run up my spine at the sound of his cracked voice. His breath wrenched of alcohol, and his rugged lips trailed across my neck swiftly as he leaned back into the seat again. I crossed my arms across my chest and squeezed my eyes shut, reminding myself again-

"Ignore".

Even though I've always been taught to do so, this boy is making my mind counteract the thought.