Sold to Jade Neil
"It’s a trap. My father wants you to lose your temper. He wants you to go down there, start a fight, and give the news cameras exactly what they need to paint you as a dangerous, unstable thug."
Jade stopped. He turned to look at me, his sharp features carved from solid stone.
He reached out, taking my face between his large hands, leaning down until his dark eyes were burning directly into mine.
"I know what he wants, Madison," Jade whispered, his voice low, deep, and thick with an absolute, terrifying conviction. "He wants the old Jade. He wants the angry kid who punches first and thinks later."
He kissed my lips—hard, deep, and possessive—before stepping back, his grip on his keys tighten