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Jack fell down, and I stole his Crown, driving away in it after.

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Jill

There were two things my father taught me before he died.

One, never trust anyone that didn’t share your blood, and two, how to hot-wire a vehicle. There wasn’t a car I couldn’t steal and a job I wouldn’t take, so when my enemy propositioned me to steal a rare first-edition Toyopet Crown to finish paying off my father's debt to him, my fingers were itching to get behind the wheel and drive that beauty off into the sunset. What I didn’t expect was the car to be owned by a sexy playboy who had my cylinders on fire or having to knock his ass out in order to steal his most prized possession. He’s not letting his car go without a fight—but without it, I may not live to see tomorrow.

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Jack

I’ve always been the type of guy who could get whatever he wanted. Cars, money, girls, those were just a few of the guilty pleasures I loved to indulge in. When my father finally passed down to me one of his prized possessions, a rare Toyopet Crown, I was ecstatic; I had my eye on it for far too long, but within a week of owning that steel beauty, it was stolen, by the only girl who’s ever turned me down. The strange car thief kept me on my toes, and her beauty and wit had my desires running wild. She may have knocked me out and stolen my car, but I’m determined to get it back, even if it means running into the face of danger and saving her from herself.

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