Bad Boy Saint (Bad Boy 1)
Celia
There were whispers about Hunter's family. In the school halls, in the playground. In my own house. "He's Irish," my grandmother said when she saw him the first time. "Stay away from that one. The Saints are trouble, the lot of them. I heard they have pirate blood in them, no doubt about it."
My stepfather said the elder Saint brothers were dirty, corrupt, mixed up with organized crime, and their sons weren't far behind them, destined to be just as criminal as their father.
I didn't care. At nine, I was intrigued by the drama and had no idea what ‘organized crime’ meant. Besides, Hunter was what my nine-year-old self considered a total hunk.
He was everything an adolescent girl could desire: buff from years of training at his father's club, Saint Brothers Gym and Boxing Emporium, with longish dark hair that flopped in his eyes, pale skin, and blue, blue eyes.
I'd been in love with him my entire life. He was my first love and the one I could never forget. Then Fate intervened and we became enemies.
Now, I must go to Hunter on my hands and knees to beg him to save my brother's life.
I'll pay any price to save him. I'll do anything Hunter wants.
Anything…
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