Freckles

Freckles

The captain of the rugby team wants me. And what Kincaid Tana wants, he takes.

My mum walked out to ‘get cigarettes’ three months ago and never returned home.

So far, so cliche, right?

All she left me with were three packs of ramen noodles and a dead body in the freezer.

I manage—barely—until a locker-room encounter with the high school rugby star turns heated. Although he helps me out of a stabby situation, the price tag leaves me utterly humiliated.

Not that Kincaid Tana knows the meaning of the word shame.

Born to an organised crime family, he’s rich, ...