Teen-romance, enemies-to-lovers guilty pleasure tinged with a couple cliches. If you're into that. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - He looked down at me, his grin as cocky as ever--but when he spoke, his voice was soft, almost as if he were telling me a secret. "Besides, it's going to take...
Revenge. I'm familiar with it. You have to be when you're the firstborn son of a notorious mafia leader. Death and vengeance have been the very foundations of my life. So who in their fucking mind would be stupid enough to cross me? My brother and I have been wrongfully convicted of a crime we didn't commit. We know...
"You are to perform every dare on me and me only. Understand?" Marcus stared at me waiting for a response. "What if they're very inappropriate and not something you want me to do?" I whispered, avoiding his gaze. "Oh I'm counting on it being inappropriate and trust me, I can't wait sweetheart!" ...