Den of Vipers

by K.A. Knight

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.

Hold on, darling, we are coming.

“Fine, you look hot as hell. I can barely keep my hands to myself. The sparkling unicorn really brings out the crazy in your eyes,”

“Do you always keep your grenades there?” she inquires, the firing still going on around us. “Not always, sometimes I keep knives or tacos in it,” I murmur as I palm one. “Tacos?” she echoes. “I get hungry when I fight.”

“If she wasn’t ours, I would totally stalk her, hack her cameras, watch her through the windows, the whole nine yards.”