She’s Pure Poison…And Vodka.

“Kat!” I call out. “Wait up!”

She stops short but doesn’t turn around. I tumble into her, crashing us both into a wall with her body pressed against mine. I catch a whiff of some type of perfume. It’s not some floral or fruity shit so many girls wear. It’s classy. Sexy. Dangerous.

Well, it makes me want to do dangerous things.

Dangerously sexy things.

Oh, fuck me. I have to focus on something other than her tits rubbing against me. Maybe I should back away instead of plastering myself all over her against a wall with my sister only a few feet away. My lips hover over hers, and all I want is one taste. Then I realize her eyes are red and a little teary.

Another bit of human emotion. I didn’t see that one coming either.“What happened back there?” I murmur. She shakes her head but says nothing.

Is she gonna cry? I don’t know how to react if she cries. Jesus, I never even thought the woman had blood running through her veins. I always thought it was cyanide or some shit like that.

I knew how to deal with that Kat.

This version confuses me even more. But it makes me want her more, too. She blinks fast, her expression shifting before my thoughts finish running their course. “Is this how you get women to submit to you? By cornering them against a wall so they can’t run away?” Her eyes take on a hard edge, and I feel a bit of relief flood over me.

The bitch is back. And I know how to deal with her.

“I’ve never had any complaints before. And I’ve got plenty of repeat customers.”

CRUSHING THE MOB is #comingsoon!

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