Ghost

When it comes to crowds or even a small group of people, Aurora Price, is shy, very reserved and doesn't talk much. She shrinks into her shell. The only two people she's comfortable around are her brother's Griffin and Max.
When she's at home chilling with her brothers, she's sassy, bubbly and always singing and dancing. She has the voice of an angel, and the body of a goddess... but... she's broken in her soul. She's been abused and doesn't trust anyone but her brother's. They've bounced from foster home to foster home... but no one wanted to keep two gay boys and a shy, timid little girl.
Until......

Oliver Stone... Tattooed from his neck to his hips, light grey eyes that look like smoke, 6ft 2 and nothing but muscle. Girls drool and immediately drop their panties at the sight of him and he knows it. He ruthless, bloodthirsty, powerful and a cold blooded killer. On the streets they call him "Ghost"... Rumors say it's because if you piss him off or mess with his crew, you'll never see him coming... you'll never predict when your death will happen... but you can trust that it will. He likes to play with his victims.. that is... until he crosses paths with shy little Aurora. She tamed the beast and she doesn't even know his name.
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"Hello there little one." He whispered as his arms wrapped tighter around me. Of all the times and places I fall, it has to be right now and in the arms of a god!? "What's your name beautiful?".... Did he just call me beautiful? I couldn't speak... I was too busy dealing with a panic attack to tell this sculpted god anything. Why was he asking anyways? No one takes an interest in me... Ever.

"What's the matter angel? Do I frighten you that much?" He loosened his grip... I manage a small nod. He smiles and gently brushes his nose against mine.. my brother's call that Eskimo kissing. Whatever that means. "No need to be afraid of me sweetheart. I would never hurt an angel like you."