Den of Vipers

by K.A. Knight

I was deemed too insane to deal with employees after I burned one of their eyes out for calling me scum.

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?”

“Oh, Little Bird, I caught a little bird,” he murmurs, licking my ear. “Tut, tut, eavesdropping like that, naughty little bird. Do you know what they get?”

“There is nowhere in this world you can go, nowhere you can escape us, princess.”

I might be a debt, but this debt? She conquered the Vipers, she survived Diesel, she won Kenzo, and she sure as fuck ordered Ryder around. He will be mine.

“You look good enough to eat, darling,” he growls. “That a promise?” I grin down at him,

“I knew you had it in you, Little Bird, to become ours…to become a Viper. Now look at you—our very own fucking queen.” Queen. It has a nice ring to it.