Triple Threat (Deception Duet, #1)

by K. Webster

He manages to free the cat from his shirt, but it claws the shit out of his arm in the process. “Jesus, Heathen, calm your tits. I’m trying to wash this filth off your scrawny ass.”

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.”

ordered some shit for Heathen,” Sully says, tossing his phone aside. “Maybe she’ll remember who saved her and reassess her loyalties.” Heathen hisses at him.

Sparrow: Your cat’s a bitch, Sull. Sully: I know, but so are you, so I guess you’re both even. Smirking, I add in my own two cents. Me: She’s my cat now. Sparrow: Are cats allowed in Hell?

“Since when do you care?” He laughs, cold and distant. “Since we started sharing the same real estate in Mom’s womb.”