The Undercover Cadet's Bloody Romance

the

, my mind processi

ger at Daniel and Peaches. How could she stab me in the back like that? What happened to w

anything away. Daniel leaned back in his chair with a coc

lking about,” I replied in a measured v

. What did he expect me to do? B

ons,” Daniel said

e the Moltons when I started working for them. My real last name was Parker. That was the name my dad gave

id, giving him a sweet smile. “All I know is that you broke into my apartment and now you’re talking non

there is another beautiful blonde that Peaches met at a diner

r Peaches? Was he repeating Peaches' words o

s, A

tracted by my attraction to Daniel. Thi

ully. “Wasn’t me. Cra

wasn’t so terrified of him finding out my secret, I woul

r a moment, so I took the

lse to say, I’m pretty tired. I’m g

wrist. I was right next to where Daniel was sit

re just yet, Audry. Sit

cause he could tell I was hiding something from him. But with his intoxicating touch and his penetrating stare, I felt the annoying chemistry betw

l. Even though we both hated each other, neither of us

n to my lips for a fraction of a second. I had never been more turned on

hout his distracting touch on me, it was easier to

y, would you like a drink?” I

the kitchen with his usual swagger. He leaned against the wall with hi

” Daniel answered, his eyes

d be wrong, but I could swear I could feel his eyes on my ass. I looked back t

y, ignoring how good I felt just by the

w which one you gave me until I taste it,” Daniel

both of us and hande

e a joke?” I teased, handing h

e hiding things from me,” he said, and

w-o

tasted, but I didn’t succeed. It wasn’t like I drank tequila for

his water an

e storage room, and why you’re asking around for information?”

g around for information? How

d meet Peaches in the

d him. He just pissed me off so much that

going straight to my father. It’s not g

planting seeds of doubt on his father's mind wouldn't be goo

on I needed to show a

ll right? That’s it,” I said, hoping b

I wasn’t t

a lot better than that. That was entir

t big shootout on 12th Street a year and a half a

odded im

r members died. That was one of the worst shootouts

st have been friends with the

ason that I didn’t tell Peaches. People who grew up on the streets didn’t trust cops. Hell, I didn’t while growing up. “That’s why I was in the storage room yesterday. I kn

them down. That would be a dumb move on my part

I know him? What was his name?” Da

me about this. I couldn’t say my dad wa

ll was I go

a gang there and, um, he was just visiting to

ce academy, for God's sake. My explanation was so weak, Daniel definitely wasn’t going to buy

to discovering who murdered your father? Mayb

of me. My heart rate increased as he put two hands on either sid

fucki

cause I was sitting on the counter and he stared deep into my eyes. He was so close to

Why else would he be standing so close? But he si

h

er what we were talking about. Quickly, I sobered up when I realized the top

onsible,” I told Daniel, referring to th

n disbelief, surprising me. “Don’t tell

alking about. It was rumored that t

a switch flipping, I was turned on again as he stared at my lips. He lifted h

like no one else, that I hated him for obvious reasons. At that moment, nothing mattered. I just needed to feel his lips

Instead, he clenched his jaw and

ou want revenge