Make Your Move (Hannaford Prep, #2)

by J. Bree

“You get more ass than the average Mounty street girl on a Saturday night, Luca. I’m sure you'll survive without mine.”

Ash glowers at him and Blaise is watching them both with that dark gluttonous need they all have, like he’s feeding on the inevitability of blood being spilled.

“They’re not going to find enough of your corpse left to get an ID by the time we’re done with you.”

I want a mobster’s son with the face of an angel and the rap sheet of a street kid. I want the singer with a soft heart wrapped in barbs and trip wires of devastating wit to keep it safe. I want the billionaire’s unwanted son with eyes of ice and an endless love for his sister.

“Harlow, if you’re going to speak to us can you please put on some underwear? I can see your gaping vagina trailing down your thighs from here.”

He kisses me like I’m a drug he’s desperate for and I kiss him back like he’s the only air I’ll ever need to breathe.

“I hear drinking the blood of your enemies helps with PMS. I’ll ask Ash to bring us a gallon.”