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Heat.

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Reads 299,938
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Parts 25
Time 2h 46m

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They say that the heat of the barrel comes from the kinetic friction between the bullet and the inside of the bore. And if handled improperly, you get one thing. A smoking gun ready to burst any second.             

In many ways, Aaron Joshua Russo is a smoking gun himself. Ready to go off any second, with destruction in his path and future. Coming from a wealthy family and living a perfect prestigious life in Florence, Italy- Aaron is l o n g gone when he opens himself to AJ- a side of himself he never even knew existed until he touches down all the way across the world in Brooklyn, New York. There, Aaron soon becomes a part of a world he's never even dreamed about, packing enough heat within himself to start a war. 



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