![]() ![]() Vicious had enough money to take care of the next ten generations of his family. The Spencers owned a pipeline company, half of downtown Todos Santos-including the mall-and three corporate office parks. Baron Spencer Jr.-dubbed Vicious for his cold, ruthless behavior-was the heir to one of the biggest family-owned fortunes in California. Worst part? It wasn’t a figure of speech. Ever since our first encounter outside of his library two months ago, he’d been hell-bent on reminding me that I wasn’t good enough. I heard his groan of pleasure and knew it had nothing to do with the girl he was with. My fingers tingled to push the door open and launch at him with my fists. The high, screechy pitch sawed through my ears. ![]() It was bad enough I’d had my stuff stolen-again-without having to ask Vicious for favors. Please.” I gulped down the ball of frustration twisting in my throat. “I’ll grab the book and copy the formulas I need real quick. I knew he hated his real name, and for reasons beyond my grasp, I didn’t want to upset him. “Vicious,” I ground out his stupid nickname. And for kick-ass grades, I needed this textbook. ![]()
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