The Trouble With Trying to Save an Assassin (Murder Sprees and Mute Decrees #2)

by Jennifer Cody

Who waits months to give their boyfriend an engagement ring they bought on the second date? Arlington Fox does.

Fox reaches past me and flicks Bellamy’s nose. “We don’t disparage ourselves,” he grunts. We save that for the people we murder. Fox reads my text and kisses the side of my head. “That’s right.”

Confidence is sexy as fuck, in case you’ve forgotten or you’re randomly reading book two without having read book one, in which case there’s something wrong with you and you need to go to the hospital immediately. You can tell them I sent you. It’ll be fine.

Bear is the human donor to Fox’s genetics, and he lives up to his name. He also looks like Thor and Captain America had a baby with Superman.

So far I’ve bought matching miniature tables to decorate ten of the tables in the house.

Does my ward even protect against microbial terrorists that could give me some weird illness that might hospitalize me, and then I could die because it’s such a foreign bacteria that the doctors can’t figure it out before it eats my brain, and also where is Dr. House when you need him???

“Home.” I will never not love the sound of that word out of his mouth. The no-longer-homeless mute boy loves knowing he has a place he belongs.

Two doms don’t make a right. That’s how the saying goes, I’m sure of it.

“And did you thank her for showing you how special you are to her?” Oh. My. Gawd. Bellamy blushes the deepest red I have ever seen, and I’ve seen him beet red, and looks away like he can escape the leather Dom’s scrutiny if he can’t see it. Also, holy shit, Bellamy would be the most amazing sub! You can see this, right? It’s not just me?

My eyes and expression say, I fucking love you, and the bulge in my pants says, I love fucking you, and I’m so glad I get to make good on the promise in my kiss.

Bellamy quietly huffs a laugh beside me, making no attempt to hide his amusement. “Onward, Buttercup. There’s fuckery to spread.”

Edovard moves his lips while silently reading, which I find adorable, if I’m honest, but also makes me wonder if he has a learning challenge like dyslexia or something, in which case we need to accommodate him, because we’re murderers, not assholes.

If I never have to fly Air Fox again, it’ll be too soon.

I will defend my family with extreme prejudice. Via Fox. He’s my weapon of choice, and he’s really good at killing people that need dying.

Convenient enough for an overarching plot line in a multi-book series. *side eye*

We’re evolution’s version of that one mistake we all make that haunts us for the rest of our lives.

an example of what happens when you fuck with the Foxilys. Yes, that ship name is happening now; just go with it.