Den of Vipers

by K.A. Knight

He knows what I am—death. Ryder might be the face, Garret might be the enforcer, the muscle, and Kenzo the dealer…but me? I’m the fucking Grim Reaper.

Diesel’s face splits with a grin. “I think I’m in love. Do you think she would shoot me if I ask?”

Diesel is a fucking mad dog, Ryder is an arrogant asshole, and Kenzo is a charming psychopath…I can’t figure Garrett out.

Even though she tries to hide it, she’s starting to like us and loathe us at the same time.

This is like a game of chess, one I didn’t even know I was playing. But I refuse to be a pawn. I’m a fucking queen and it’s time I started acting like one.

After all, if you can’t beat them up, join them and then kill them.

Isn’t there a name for this, like Stockholm syndrome? I’m not becoming one of those girls who falls in love with her captors.

Everyone has a kink, and the Vipers and everything they entail seems to be mine.

This crazy bastard is growing on me.

Love him hahahahahah

Maybe it’s the rest of the world that’s crazy, not us…

She hasn’t been here but a week,

Whaaaaat no way

Healing isn’t easy, sweetheart. In some ways, it’s worse than the actual…abuse,