Made For Each Other

Made For Each Other

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sat, Jun 2, 2018
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Action and Thriller
Jessie is a young woman trying to get through life. She is hunted by the memories of her father. Every person Jessie gets close to hurts her in more way then she could count. So she has a hard time trusting people. She ends up wanted dead by one of the most dangerous gangs in New York call the "Bloods". James the leader of the Green skulls takes her in to protect her from all the thruble he's gotten her in. Will they get along? Or will they hate each other for the rest of their lives? Find out!!
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