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.

It’s been a whole two days since I got to kill someone, and I’m getting restless.

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.

“It seems Rob’s daughter is quite the legend. Name’s Roxy, owns that dive joint across town like he said. Lot of bastards even seem scared of the girl, others respect her. She ain’t going to be an easy take.”

No way am I washing that rat’s nest, it takes too long. That’s why dry shampoo is a girl’s best friend.

Vipers? Bitch, please, I bite too.

If you can’t beat them, join them.

I never needed a knight. I needed a body to stand with me in the dark, and these snakes? They do.

Those who love us have the opportunity to hurt us the worst, and in my experience, they always do.

Yes, the Vipers might bite. But I do too.

Love, love is enduring. Love is blind. Love is messy and so perfect, we search our entire lives for it, even when we think we aren’t. I guess I wasn’t either, but I found it anyway in the form of four criminals. Their hearts as dark as their souls.