Cruz:
I sat in the dimly lit office of the clubhouse, shuffling through stacks of paperwork, each document more meaningless than the last. Numbers, jobs, deals—bullshit. But it was a necessary evil to keep the operation running smoothly, to make sure everything stayed afloat. Prez had been in and out all day, working the angles, doing what he did best. But me? I was just stuck with this. Keeping s**t together while trying to avoid the chaos that called to me from every corner.
And then there was her. Avery. The little blonde who was ruining me from the inside out. It had been two weeks since I last saw her, but her face, her scent, her body pressed against mine—every part of her was etched into my mind. But I had been good. I’d kept my distance. Stayed out of her world, even though I wan
