Get rich or die trying

Get rich or die trying

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Remi is a 18 year old girl from the rough streets of Newark being forced to sell her body she feels like she has no one to turn 2... that is until she meets Q well known pimp/ king pin who takes her into his wing and gives her his all. well he be like the rest and just use her.or is he the price charming she always been looking for... you'll just have to find out in my first book GET RICH OR DIE TRYING
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**Mature Readers Only ( 18+ )** Book 1 of the Moretti series- Remi Bennett grew up with her mother an a handful of close friends. When her mother got sick, Remi made life changes that helped her mature and become more independent. Working in a small Italian restaurant and living on her own, she never saw the changes coming. Micah Moretti has always loved the party boy lifestyle. Being the only son to a single mom, his uncle had taken him under his wing. Having major ties to Sicilian Mafia, he moves to Washington DC with hopes for a fresh start. Closer to his remaining family and the family business, he has a plan, but it doesn't involve settling down. When Remi and Micah meet, their lives change. Unfortunately not everyone in their lives is able to move on or mature. ** She smile back at me and arched her brow. "Micah Morretti I don't want to take advantage of you." She re-buttoned my slacks and slid off the counter. Pushing me back with her fingertips. "Look, if you don't think you can handle me, I will happily handle myself." I closed my eyes as my head rolled back. When our touch disconnected she lifted her tank, revealing her lower back and stomach. Stepping away and wandered towards her bedroom. Watching her walk away from me. Actively teasing me, she slipped the cotton tank over head with one hand and hid her chest with the other. "If you aren't going to help," she stopped and met my gaze over her shoulder, "then get out." ** No. 1 in #NightClub - 06/17/2019 No. 4 in #ExBoyfriend - 12/9/2019 No. 1 in #EroticFiction - 10/19/2019 No. 1 in #Waitress - 11/14/2019

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