" Just a Bodyguard " (18+)

" Just a Bodyguard " (18+)

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He stares at me. For ten seconds. Twenty. Then he moves. Not back. Forward. His hand comes up. Cups my jaw. Thumb on my cheek. Same as in the hospital. Except he's awake now. Stone sober. No blood. No morphine. "Last chance," he says. "Tell me to stop." I don't. His mouth finds mine. Not an accident. Not gravity. Not a rug. A choice. His lips are warm. Soft. Sure. Nothing like the clumsy press on the floor. This is real. This is him. And I kiss him back. Because I'm done losing. His mouth is on mine. Warm. Real. Intentional. His thumb brushes my cheek. His other hand finds my waist, pulling me in like he can't help it. Like he's been holding back for days and it finally snapped. I kiss him back. Because I'm stupid. Because I want. Because for three seconds, I let myself believe the _guard, not keep_ line was bullshit. Then he tear himself away. Not slow. Not gentle. Rips back like I burned him. Like I'm poisonous. "No." His voice is wrecked. Not like before. Worse. "No, fuck. Jay-" He stumbles back. Hits the counter again. Grips the edge until his knuckles go white. "What?" I'm breathing hard. My lips feel swollen. "Keifer, what --" "That was a mistake." _____________________________________&_____ Warning ⚠️ Mature scenes will be in this book. And it's a dark love, Not a beautiful love 💕. ______________________________ ---
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London Hawthorn wasn't your average thirteen year old. Though physically he was perfectly normal, brown wavy hair and ice cold eyes that made girls go wild. But what set him apart from other boys his age was the fact that at only thirteen years old, he was already solving a murder case. However this wasn't just any murder case, it was the twisting, terribly sad, and downright confusing case that belonged to his own blood. His mother. When things begin to unwind and reveal itself, London is tasked with finding his father-a man who is supposed to be dead. And with his father comes his siblings, six of them. All tall, strong, and absolutely gut wrenchingly terrifying. With voices that could send shivers down the bravest of souls. As London sets out to find his father, with only a backpack and a locket, he also begins to find clues. Clues to what? Well, that's for London to know, and for you to find out. Will London ever find his father? What will happen when he does? Will this terrifying man even bother with his thirteen year old son. And what will happen when these clues begin to reveal themselves? Will London finally find the culprit behind all his years of hurt, or is it as it seems?

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