The Mafia named Ray

The Mafia named Ray

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Imaginative. Breath taking. Always having you on edge. Neika's POV With a bitchy bestfriend anything can come your way. I mean who joins a gang called TripleG. Guns-Ganja-Girls. With the heat on my back I could feel his eyes piercing into me. Will he ever stop starring, was it good or does he hold a grudge... will i ever know, i mean its RAY SUTHERLAND for crying out loud! Ray's POV Something came up I just had to push her... I was furious; I didn't even look to see if she was okay. They fucked up the deal and I'm sure tonight's the night of bloodshed. Then, her father and I made a deal she was going to be mine. After seven months of this urge, wanting to be more than just friends. Its happening, its finally happening the guys will talk but I know what shuts them up.
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