G-Ring by Diana Gardin

He’s a wrong-side-of-the-tracks bad boy who owns his own gambling ring. She’s a well-bred, rich girl who doesn’t fit into her own world. They were never supposed to be…

ACE:
It took me years to build the clientele that shows up at this G-Ring every single weekend. Setting up a beautiful lounge, word-of-mouth, and damn good business sense. I make a six-figure salary, and I’m only twenty-two. Doesn’t matter that I grew up in a trailer park on the wrong side of town. What I’ve built for myself? It’s perfect.
Until it isn’t. The night I met her, my whole world stopped turning for just a second while my eyes raked her top to bottom. And then it exploded. Fell apart. Ripped to shreds. A dead body in your lounge doesn’t exactly promote good business. Now I have to find out who’s killing off my clients, and keep Naima safe at the same time. All while avoiding prison time.
FML.

NAIMA:
It’s called a silver spoon. It means you never have to worry about money, status, or rules. Mine is starting to choke me. My Moroccan family is a little more strict than most, but it doesn’t stop them from giving me everything I want. Only, I don’t want much. Just to feel alive, like I have a place in this world. When I end up at the G-Ring that fateful night with my friends, I think I’ve finally found it. When his eyes land on me, it feels like he sees everything I try so hard to hide. So it took me by surprise, the dead man we found at the end of the night. Now, people I can’t see are chasing me, and I don’t want to leave Ace’s side. I need him. And he needs me.

Will they survive long enough to experience everything real? Or will the people hunting them down cut this love story short?