The Gangleaders Girl

The Gangleaders Girl

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"Why don't you just kill me already!" I screamed at him. "You have two options here Clare. One, we can kill you, two, you join our gang and become one of us," I was to shocked to move my eyes away from his, he was gorgeous. --------------------- Clare Kennedy has had a rough life. Her parents died in a plane crash a few years ago, a crazy abusive ex-boyfriend, and she is being evicted from her studio apartment. But when Clare witnesses a gang murder and meets face to face with their leader will she give up her life or crack under the pressure of being in the gang?
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