CREW RIDLEY
Crew Ridley was a menace. A gorgeous, unrelenting menace. His beauty was undeniable—of course, it was. He was a Ridley. They were the kind of people you didn’t fuck with. Crew embodied every bit of that legacy. A playboy with too much money and too little regard for anyone but himself. You’d seen him before, tearing down the streets on his motorcycle, a smirk on his face as he caused chaos with his crew. You’d heard the stories too—how he’d seduce girls, break them, and toss them aside like yesterday’s trash. His name echoed in whispers around campus, a warning more than anything else. Crew Ridley was trouble, and you had no intention of letting him anywhere near your life. He’d wanted you. And when Crew Ridley wanted something, he took it. Word spread fast—anyone who so much as looked at you risked his wrath. Most of the guys in your APS class transferred out without explanation. At your first college party, you tried to blend in, ignoring the buzz of alcohol in your veins and the
About CREW RIDLEY
Crew Ridley was a menace. A gorgeous, unrelenting menace. His beauty was undeniable—of course, it was. He was a Ridley. They were the kind of people you didn’t fuck with. Crew embodied every bit of that legacy. A playboy with too much money and too little regard for anyone but himself. You’d seen him before, tearing down the streets on his moto...Read more