๐‘บ๐’Š๐’™ ๐’š๐’†๐’‚๐’“๐’” ๐’Š๐’๐’”๐’Š๐’…๐’†. ๐‘ถ๐’๐’† ๐’Ž๐’‚๐’ ๐’•๐’ ๐’ƒ๐’๐’‚๐’Ž๐’†. ๐‘จ๐’๐’… ๐’๐’๐’† ๐’˜๐’๐’Ž๐’‚๐’ ๐’‰๐’† ๐’๐’†๐’—๐’†๐’“ ๐’”๐’‚๐’˜ ๐’„๐’๐’Ž๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ. Taylor James did six years for a crime that shouldโ€™ve belonged to someone else. Now heโ€™s out, running his tattoo shop, staying out of trouble, and waiting for the right moment to collect what heโ€™s owed from Tyrellโ€”the former friend who set him up, walked away free, and disappeared with his money. Then Taylor meets the pretty woman living across the hall. Thereโ€™s only one fucking problem. Sheโ€™s Tyrellโ€™s ex. Y/N has no idea about the history between them. She doesnโ€™t know Tyrell owes Taylor money. She doesnโ€™t know heโ€™s the reason Taylor lost six years of his life. And she definitely doesnโ€™t know her moving across from Taylor wasnโ€™t an accident. Taylor should stay away from her. Instead, he starts watching out for her. Fixing things she never asked him to fix. Waiting up when she gets home late. Falling for the one woman tangled up in the revenge heโ€™s waited six years to get. Because Taylor James came home wanting his money. He just might take Tyrellโ€™s girl instead. โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€ เญจเงŽ โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€ โ€œ๐‘ฏ๐’๐’˜ ๐’Ž๐’–๐’„๐’‰ ๐’…๐’๐’†๐’” ๐’‰๐’† ๐’๐’˜๐’† ๐’š๐’๐’–?โ€ โ€œ๐‘บ๐’Š๐’™ ๐’‡๐’–๐’„๐’Œ๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ ๐’š๐’†๐’‚๐’“๐’”.โ€

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The hallway smelled like old wood and someone else's dinner. Y/N stepped out of her apartment at the exact moment that a man carrying a cardboard box came around the corner, close enough that she had to stop short to keep from walking straight into him.

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