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The same growl I had back then gurgles up my throat.

Those deep blue eyes and fucking mouth.

He’d looked up at me, so damn shocked.

I want to destroy him from the ground up.

Make it so he doesn’t exist, so I can stop this…whatever is pounding through my gut.

My father says find an enemy’s weakness and use it against them.

The nerd isn’t so innocent.

He doesn’t know he’s made a nemesis of me.

But he will soon.

The Fierro’s will discover they don’t own everything.

I’ll break him.

And I won’t have to think of those eyes or the burn in my chest ever again.

C H A P T E R 1

Sage

Staring across at Richmond Academy, the most elite school in New York, I wish to be anywhere else.

This place fucking blows.

As a provider of academia, it’s top notch.

But it’s ruled by assholes and bitchy queens, and that’s just the teachers. The kids are worse. If not for their outstanding science department I would have asked to attend the local high school.

Thank god I don’t have long left in this place.

I know what to expect when I step into the building and it gets my gut tightening. Same shit, different day.

My second oldest brother is ready to graduate. If I slam through my extra credits, I can bypass my senior year and go to college in the winter. Getting out of here is always forefront.

My baby sister, who is my best friend too, calls me antisocial.

I’m anti annoyance.

Anti-people.

Anti-anyone who distracts me.

There’s someone inside the privileged building who distracts me more than most. And I want to put my fist in his stupid face.

Only, I’m not the violent Fierro. That title would go to my older brothers. Even Raene might slap my tormentor before I do.

Me, I’m my mother’s son. Well mannered, responsible, polite and always civil. Hardworking and ambitious. Affectionate only when pinned down by the women in our family and forced to.

Buthesends intense thoughts through my brain often.

It’s not worth it.

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