Ghosts
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The Ghosts are a group of friends who have stolen together since they escaped the orphanage at age of fifteen, sixteen, seventeen and eighteen. They are now in their twenties and they are now completely rich and living the dream. AJ is the youngest of the group and the most violent but he's a real ladies man though he's never committed to a relationship until one night at a bar he meets Naomi a sweet innocent girl who's just entered the world. Naomi has a secret that she's kept to herself her boyfriend for a year is very abusive but she can't tell anyone because he keeps telling her he loves her and he's the first guy that's ever loved her. "Nay I'm not a good guy and you deserve so much better than I can give you. I'm not the guy you introduce to your parents or a guy you expect smolder you with sweet nothings but if you need me ... Dammit Nay I'll be there. If a guy messes with you I'll f*cking kill him that's how much I want to be there for you," he said running a hand through his shiny blonde hair
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