When He's Torn (The Olympus Pride, #5)

by Suzanne Wright

“You’re actually signing the petition to have you fired?” “I’m feeling left out.”

“I will do a lot of things to get revenge—I’m a black mamba, after all—but what I don’t do is cut my enjoyment short by ending my enemy’s life.

A slow smile crept on her face. “Every time we do this staring thing, I feel our connection growing.”

He rubbed at his nape. “I find myself agreeing with you. I don’t like it.” “It does feel kind of weird,” said Bailey with a slight shudder. “Stop it.”

Cash’s brow furrowed. “Maybe I want a sugar mama. Or sugar mamba.”

Bailey was a bitch. Owned it. Was proud of it. Nurtured it, even.

His eyes turned cat once more, and the animal glared at her. She arched a brow at the feline. “Still intent on having ‘nobody can touch me’ tantrums like a little bitch?”

Even Camden shouted an occasional—and somewhat sadistic—piece of encouragement, such as “Punch her in the tit, Bailey! Right in the tit!”

“Another person would advise you not to fuck with them again. But me? I personally will welcome any future challenge from you. So keep ’em coming. They’ll all end the same way, of course. You’ll lose in a spectacular fashion. But it’s the participation that counts, I think.”

Deke studied him in the rearview mirror. “You’re not worried for her safety at all, are you?” “No,” replied Camden. “Because I know exactly how lethal your mate is. She could deck someone in one move. One. She brawls for the fucking pleasure of it—nothing more. She can kill just as fast and efficiently. She simply prefers not to, because it isn’t as fun for her. And with Therese, she won’t make it quick and clean. Bailey will punish her in a brutal fashion. And by the time she’s done, Therese will rue the day your mate was born.”

Her snake flicked out her tongue, liking the new-baby scent.

I just imagined her little murder noodle flicking out its tongue, all happy like.