The summer night air on Long Beach Island was thick with salt, grilled seafood, and the distant crash of Atlantic waves. Neon signs from the boardwalk flickered against the dark sky, but here on the secluded northern end, the world felt wilder — dunes, sea grass, and the endless black ocean.Jax “Creep” Malone, 39, was a legend on the island for all the wrong reasons. Leader of the feared local crew known as the Creeps, he was tall, heavily muscled, covered in dark ink, with a jagged scar across his left cheek and cold, piercing blue eyes that made people look away.He had just finished a late-night deal when he saw her walking barefoot along the private stretch of beach behind the dunes.Riley Bennett, 26, a bold New York photographer renting a beach house for the summer. Athletic and sun-kissed, with messy auburn hair, sharp green eyes, and a body honed by yoga and ocean swims.She was alone, camera in hand, trying to capture the moonlight on the waves.Jax stepped out of the shadow
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