The Billionaire Brother Series: Crazy Wildness

Darius right arm disappeared from sight

and the second and third B. He never let anyone see it, not even the women he slept with, making sure that it was either dark in the

e could get the tattoo removed. But he needed to

ho he re

a chip right off the old block, was what Donovan Spencer had told him many, many times. And even though Darius hadn’t seen his father in more than twenty years, he never wanted to forget that his blood

need for that rush was

by a punk like Darius. He’d hotwired stolen cars, drag-raced, fought hard, drunk hard. And that had been after his father had gone to prison and Darius had moved in with Hector’s parents. At the time, Sally had been a couple of years younger than Darius was now, but she’d starte

definitely wasn’t proud that it had taken him s

ut of high school. Ares and Perseus had another year to go, but they were all ready to turn their backs on Beverly Hills and everything in it, except Sally and George. They’d sworn to get out, to make it big. They’d come from hell, aimed for a heaven gilded in gold, iced with diamonds and pearls, an

e Black Knight, and he planned to keep it that way. He was glad that she’d told him her story and he hoped to lear

stick around with him

with her, he already knew he wanted her to

ed to wear to dinne

clothes. She had one serviceable cocktail dress, but Darius had been just as mysterious about where he was taking her as he was about everything else. For all she knew, he had something outrageous planned, like

oved. Tonight, however, the loud pounding was reverberating a little too lo

She just had to decide on her outfit—hopefully before th

nd secretly, she had to admit she’d been just as thrilled about how attentive Darius had been to her. She

e. More free than she’d been in a very long time. For so long she’d been so careful, but Darius had aimed r

d that she was a normal

ball for one short dinner cou

the door again.

she’d wear. It turned out to be a flowing, brightly floral skirt that hit her at mid calf. Maybe jus

se from the dresser and opened her

e chosen well, since he rarely commented on her outfits. Then again,

e was already running off to

mother’s untouched living room, though, preferring the den. Their family room was open to the kitchen, with a bar and stools in between that they could use for meals. More

box of crayons, from which he’d removed almost every one. He’d been working on an orange rooster. Coloring was an exerc

e sofa. She’d have to get to those sooner or later. Glancing at h

a little nervous. After all, it had been over a year since she’d

Zion raced to

When Zion opened the door, Darius immediately took her breath away. His white button-down shirt was open at the collar, r

stoop. “She took forever to get ready, Da

her eyes briefly

rius said with a smile she saw onc

ady now,” she

in that low voice that sent tingles cour

It felt good. Too good. But she simply couldn’t make herself pull away. Not when it felt li

ome safe and sound, Z

seriousness. “She gets to stay out as l

in half an hour,” Na

ke the dark. And two, though she’d trained him to use 911, she wasn’t confident about his reaction time. Nathal

gave an exaggerated wave as Da

Nothing flashy or showy, though it was elegant and luxurious. He helped her with a hand to her elbow, and she felt his heat through her jacket. She couldn’t r

river’s side, she firmly reminded herself that s

eeping a girl off her feet and making her feel completely breathless, but for some r

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