The Mercenary and the Mortician (The Silent Hollow, #1)

by Alexandra St. Pierre

The funny thing about being raised in a cage is it makes you angry… and angry people want vengeance.

the angry muscle lady would likely have something to say about that. I supposed I could always just kill her too… Hmm. Something to think about.

Lol

There was only room for one weapon in my pants tonight, and apparently, that was my fucking cock.

What did a mercenary and a mortician have in common? Dead. Fucking. Bodies.

Before going inside, I slipped my dick up into the waistband of my jeans so as not to accidentally poke her in the damn eye with it. And people say I don’t have any manners.

You wanted ‘em dead? I would get ‘em dead. It just might be a bit messier than it needed to be… but hey. Love what you do, amiright?

“Do you have one of those human toasters? I don’t know much about funeral homes. Do you just do the embalming, or do you handle the urn shit too?”

Operation ‘Win Ryan’s Heart’ was off to one of the rockiest starts to ever rockily start.

Because I didn’t want to be friends with Ryan Fairview. I wanted to be much more than that. I wanted his face to light up instead of darkening when he saw me. I wanted him to let me touch him whenever I wanted. I wanted to hold his hand in public and kiss him until he felt dizzy.

In the words of the infamous Ariana Grande — I see it, I like it, I want it, I got it. I saw Ryan. I liked Ryan. I wanted Ryan. I got Ryan.

I was so fucking gay. Yep. Super fucking gay.