Whips and Chains (Saint View Murder Squad #2)

by Elle Thorpe

He reached across Violet, offering Nyah his hand. “I’m so sorry. We haven’t officially met. I’m X. Licker of Violet’s pussy.” “Oh my God, I can’t even with you.” Violet’s face was beet red as she turned to the other woman. “I’m so sorry. We’re seeking intervention for his lack of brain-to-mouth filter. Are you okay?”

She raised an eyebrow at him, and then her hand followed. “I pledge allegiance to this group of emotionally unstable boys, who think murder is a love language.” Her sarcasm was so thick it dripped from every word. “There. I’m in.” Scythe leaned in toward X. “That didn’t sound sincere.” He paused a second, then added, “And it is a love language, just for the record.”

He turned and walked me into the clubhouse. “Ah. I know all about unresolved tensions.” He grinned over at me and winked. “Get ’em drunk. Get ’em naked. Get in the middle. Guaranteed to fix all.”

“I like the killing part, not the sloshing, leaking, decomposing part. I’m unhinged, not unhygienic.”