Finding Mayhem

by Layla Frost

“Hold her like a baby,” I said. “I’ve never held a baby.” “Neither had I. You don’t see me bitching.” I thought for a moment. “Hold her like your edibles just kicked in, and she’s the last burrito in the world.” Instantly, he tucked her closer to his side. “There ya go.”

“Mayhem does security, but we also do extractions.” My brows furrowed. “Like teeth?” “Like people.”