Triple Threat (Deception Duet, #1)

by K. Webster

This home is nothing more than a fancy nightmare. An illusion tied in a pretty bow.

Dogs on a leash. That’s what Sully calls us, but fuck, we’re spoiled little bitches.

We’ll continue to be his “dogs” until he decides to let go of the leash. Or until Scout bites him.

“I’m growing on you,” he says in a smug, satisfied tone. “Yeah, like a tumor,” I throw back. “Look how much fun we’re having.”

Scout settles his palm on the bad cat’s back and strokes his fingers through its wet fur. The purring grows louder. “The cat is fucking purring,” Scout says in a mocking tone. “Don’t be mad, little bro.”