“John Paul said as he slid into the booth seat across from me. He had to duck his head a bit to keep from hitting the low-hanging lamp poised above the middle of the table. “What the fuck does that mean?” “It’s her name,” he said. “Whose name?” “The chick I was banging last night.” John Paul was my one and only true friend. We’d both fought for Landon in the tournaments, and when I had to go into hiding, John Paul came with me. Now that I was beached in the south of Florida, ...he’d taken up residence in North Miami Beach, which wasn’t too far from our condo, and we tried to meet up regularly. I rolled my eyes and sucked the straw in my glass of iced tea while John Paul ordered a beer and a pile of nachos. “Since when do you eat that shit?” I asked. “I worked it all off already,”MoreLessRead More Read Less
Read book Surviving Raine 02 Bastian's Storm for free
User Reviews: