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River tried to stand, but they shoved him back to his knees. “You have no idea who she is. You can’t take her—”

I swallowed my cry when the guy’s gun slammed into River’s temple, knocking him out. They let him fall to the wet ground as the guy holding me began dragging me away from the building.

“You’re going to regret using your knife on me,” the guy warned as he ripped open the side door of a van.

“Fuck you,” I screeched, bracing myself when he shoved me inside. The last thing I saw was the side of his gun before he smashed it against my temple, making the world go black.

The End…until book two.

Keep reading if you’d like a sneak peek at Devious Desires, book two of this series!

DEVIOUS DESIRES SNEAK PEEK:

PROLOGUE

WESTON

Six Years Ago

“We should have stayed in the car like Richard wanted,” River muttered as we pushed our way through the wall of bodies.

Eli snorted. “We would have been stuck sitting there all night. I don’t even know why he brought us.”

I slung an arm over River’s shoulder. “Let’s enjoy a night of freedom of not being in Braidwood.”

We were in Detroit thanks to Eli’s dad, who was meeting with Darius Cole. From what we overheard last night, he was a large gang leader and Richard wanted to lock down a deal with him. They’d done business in the past, but Richard wanted a full-time partnership. He was at dinner with Cole now and instructed us to wait in the Range Rover.

And we were planning on it until two guys walked by, and we started talking. They were members in Cole’s gang, and they decided they wanted to show us Detroit. Which was how we ended up here. I didn’t even know where here was.

One of the guys who brought us here pointed to the back of the large warehouse. “Drinks are back there.”

The other guy snickered. “Look at them, Eddie. They’re still kids.”

Eddie shrugged. “They don’t card here. They’re fine.”

Eli bristled, not happy at being called kids. We were sixteen, and definitely younger than Eddie and his friend, Trevor. But they both seemed to be excited to show us Detroit nightlife. The crowd’s cheering was deafening as we continued to follow Eddie deeper into the room. River walked beside me, looking more uneasy than usual. I didn’t know what his problem was. He was usually the first to agree to our ideas that would most likely piss off our parents.

Trevor and Eddie were dressed to blend into a place like this. The underworld of Detroit. I’d seen countless gang tattoos since we got here. Eddie’s gang tattoo for the Ghosts ran down his forearm while Trevor’s was somewhere I couldn’t see.

“Glad we changed before we left,” Eli muttered in my ear as Trevor stopped in front of us. I nodded in agreement, glancing down at my jeans and hoodie. The formal clothes we had been wearing earlier for family dinner would have stuck out here.

“What is this place?” I asked Eddie, who responded by shoving a guy out of our way and nodding to the front of us.

I followed his gaze to see a large boxing ring. Two guys were in a bloody battle, and the crowd went nuts when one of the guys swung and knocked his opponent out cold.

“This is the best place to be on the weekends if you want to see fights,” Trevor yelled over the noise.

“Underground fighting,” River stated, his eyes glued to the boxing ring.

Eddie nodded, running a hand over his cornrow braids. “It’s called The Den. We come all the time. The Ghosts have a few fighters that make good money from their fights.”

Two girls walked in front of us, and Trevor leaned closer to me. “And the chicks here are always fucking hot.”

Before I could respond, he reached forward and slapped one of the girls on the ass. She whipped around, her eyes already blazing with rage. I quickly raised my arms, taking a step back. Because shit, she looked she was ready to beat the hell out of whoever had touched her.

“Hey, sweet stuff.” Trevor grinned, his gaze raking over the girl. “You need company tonight?”

Eli stiffened beside me while River stared at the other girl. They were both a few years older than us, and the angry one had long, dark, wavy hair while her friend’s was bright blue. Eddie muttered something in Trevor’s ear, but his words were ignored.