Reckless Devotion

Dakota Dove and Veronica grew up in blood and tight-lipped loyalty. Their fathers ran the streets with iron fists. The two stepsisters weren't blood, but the streets made them closer than kin. Dakota watched everything, always three moves ahead. Veronica, all heat and fists, was the one you feared in a dark alley. They kept their piece of the city locked down. Then came Zazie Skymm, daughter of the enemy they'd spent years trying to bury. One night at an underground club, the old hate cracked wide open. Zazie didn't flinch. She looked straight at them, lips curled in that dangerous half-smile, and everything shifted. What started in stolen glances across green felt tables turned into frantic touches behind tinted windows, then secret fucks in alleys where gunfire still echoed. Dakota was the first to name it. Love. Real, raw, and suicidal. Then Veronica admitted it too. But worse, Zazie wanted them both. Their fathers would kill them. Their crews would burn the city down. And still, they ran. Three bodies tangled in cheap hotel sheets, chased by everything they'd ever known, and willing to burn for every touch that came next.