قلدر

My Pretty Little Rainbow was all thunder and lightning, with hair like a damn neon dream and a mouth that didn’t know when to quit.I bought a club in Boston to start over, to drown out the screams of my past with thumping bass and dim-lit pleasures. It was supposed to be simple—remodel the mess, retrain the staff, and open the doors.Then she took the stage.Now, we’re locked in a battle of wills, and I can’t decide if I want to pin her against the nearest wall or make her beg for mercy. Either way, she’s under my skin. Every time she flashes that defiant smile, I feel the world tilt on its axis, and I’m not sure if I’m falling for her—or falling apart.The more I push, the more she pulls. Into my club. Into my family. Into my life.She didn’t just torment me; she wormed her way into places I swore I’d let no one go. And damn it, she made me feel things I don’t have a name for.I didn’t deserve her; I knew that much. But when it came to Sloane? I had never been good at playing fair.