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I'm so excited to tell you a little bit about my contribution to this amazing anthology. My story, RUTHLESS GOD, is loosely based on the legends of Ares, the god of war, and Aphrodite, the goddess of $exual love and beauty. It's a MF standalone story set in my Callous Boys of Crystal Cove world. It takes place in between the first and second book in the Callous Boys RH series.

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โ€œYou think theyโ€™re f*cking?โ€

My eyes narrow as my brotherโ€™s question sinks in, trying to get a read on their body language. โ€œWho the f*ck cares?โ€

Theyโ€™d better not be.

Not if Evans wants to keep breathing. Just because I choose to run the show instead of fighting, doesnโ€™t mean I donโ€™t have the lethal skills required to kick Vaughnโ€™s a$$ if need be.

โ€œSure, K.โ€ Hunter scoffs. โ€œWhatever you say. Although, if they are... itโ€™s not like you could blame him, right? That girl is walking $ex on a stick and always has been. Every dude in this place has their eyes on her right now.โ€

I glance around and confirm what my brother said is true. Cold-blooded m@ssacres have never appealed to me before, but the idea is awfully tempting at the moment. If I find out our reigning champ has touched Armani, every one of these f*ckers will know real fast what Iโ€™m capable of.

I rake a hand through my hair, tugging on some of the longer strands. โ€œWhy is she even in Crystal Cove?โ€

How dare she come here and stir $hit up?

If there was any inkling of doubt as to whether or not Armani knew I ran these fights, that would be obliterated the moment her espresso eyes lift to mine. A smile that could only be described as cunning stretches across her face. She briefly whispers something to Vaughn before putting one pointed-toe shoe in front of the other and striding directly toward me.

โ€œDayum,โ€ Hunter mumbles. โ€œIt was nice knowing you, dude.โ€

Itโ€™s loud as f*ck in here, but my brotherโ€™s ominous statement echoes throughout my head. I tell myself to ignore the sultry sway of Armaniโ€™s leather-clad hips and the way her toned abdomen flexes with each step she takes beneath the tight shirt sheโ€™s wearing, but itโ€™s impossible. Each one of her defined arms is now covered in ink, which is a new addition since the last time I saw her. Itโ€™s too dark in here to make out any detail on the colorful sleeves, but Iโ€™ve memorized every line of the delicate symbol decorating her lower ribs, clearly on display since her shirt barely covers her t!ts. My eyes home in on it, memories Iโ€™ve tried bleaching from my brain assaulting me in high-def.

My face buried in Armaniโ€™s ample chest as she rode me like no one before or after has ever been able to do.

Swollen lips parting on a sigh as she was claimed by the ecstasy only I could deliver.

An indefinable connection I wouldโ€™ve sworn on my left nut was written in the stars.

The blackening of my heart as I learned who she really was.

*Copyright Lovestruck Publishing LLC - Unedited, subject to change

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