Our Thing

She's a good girl with the whole world at her feet. He's a bad boy with his foot on the world. My best friend calls it a kind of infatuation. Of obsession. There is always one name playing on my lips. . . Max Butcher. The notorious bad boy of The District. An unapologetic menace. Hot to point of physical discomfort. Dangerous. . . So he finds me infuriating and wants to keep me out of his business and both away from him and other men. He wants to protect my body - protect my innocence. But not even Max Butcher can stick to his guns. And the further into his world I'm lead, the more danger gathers. . . ⚠Trigger WARNING: The Kids of The District explores the lives of the sons and daughters of the Sicilian Mafia in Australia. You will follow these young adults as they navigate the dangerous world they were born or fell into. Cosa Nostra is how the Sicilian Mafia refer to themselves - loosely translates into Our Thing . OUR THING is book two; however, can read without book one! If you don't like violence or streamy scenes, then this isn't the read for you! LOTS of streamy scenes. Dark moments. I expect nail biting, teeth chattering, sobs bursting and swooning awws. QUOTES: "He grins. "Do I know you?" I giggle nervously. "Funny." While I work to keep afloat, he stands with his shoulders above the surface. "Oh my God, how tall are you?" I almost moan. "Six four." He studies my body as it moves underwater. "Want to wrap your legs around me, birthday girl?" I burst out laughing and cup my face, nearly dunking myself in the process. "No." "Come here." Chuckling, he reaches for me. He pulls my legs around his waist and my arms onto his shoulders, and although our torsos aren't touching as water passes between us, his face is only inches from mine. And instantly I'm not smiling any more. I'm lost in the dark grey outline of his irises, and I'm sure he can identify the extract hue of every one of my freckles." ♥ "My body trembles, and I am a silly little girl because I'd thought love would be warmth in my chest and heart, and peace and contentment in my soul. But it's not contentment. It's not peaceful. It's terrifying. It's so strong that I know it could undo me. It could unravel everything that I am, strip me back until I'm nothing but bare bones and a swollen heart." ♥