❝BEHIND THOSE STORMY EYES, YOU'RE THE DEVIL❞ there was a dangerous glint shadowing in his eyes. the way his fingers trailed down her neck threateningly, wrapping around the base of her throat slowly, and pressed her against the wall teasingly. "I'll...
— "YOU WEAR THE SMELL OF BLOOD LIKE COLOGNE" FOR THE CITY OF SAN FRANCISCO, the night welcomes danger and crime. There is one single unspoken rule, but everyone knows better. Never break curfew.
During an unexpected overnight shift at one of the most successful businesses as a renowned hacker, Laelia finds herself forced to her knees with the barrel of a sickening, cold firearm pressed to the crown of her head. And it's when one of the suited men grows petrified to the core, immediately recognizing just who she is.
And after careful investigation, she realizes that a certain man—her childhood sweetheart, in particular, runs a dangerous, infamous, and worldwide criminal syndicate that has put her on the "DO NOT HARM" list.
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TO MY READERS—, THANK YOU, for giving this book a shot. Here is another book idea I plan to write with not enough time on my hands.
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