I was a Sixty-Eight Whiskeyβa combat medic. So when I hear someone shout βMEDIC!β training just kicks in. Itβs automatic, immediate. I donβt think I even saw the guy whose leg I tended to, not really. All I saw was him. Zane Badd. His tuxedo fit him like heβd been sewn into it, and his eyes reflecte
Badd Ass (Badd Brothers Book 2)
β Scribed by Wilder, Jasinda
- Book ID
- 109530228
- Publisher
- Jasinda Wilder
- Year
- 2017
- Tongue
- English
- Weight
- 195 KB
- Series
- Badd Brothers 2
- Category
- Fiction
- ISBN-13
- 9781941098714
- ASIN
- B01N6SWQX3
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