The King's Boy
~ King ~
I was sent to New York City to take over as the head of the Irish mob. It was a job that many wanted, but few were qualified for. I was qualified, but I didn’t want the position…until I met a man that challenged all of my preconceived ideas about people. I just needed to figure out if Spencer was as crazy as he seemed or if he was a spy sent by my enemies.
~ Spencer ~
I admit it. I was probably bat-shit crazy, but I embraced that description. Being normal was boring. Besides, there was so much to see and do in the world when you ignored the boundaries society tried to put on you. Stepping outside the lines meant meeting the handsome Irish mafia boss, and he was fun to mess with. It’s just too bad it put me on someone else’s radar. Now, I was running for my life.
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