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

by Jennifer Cody

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.

“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.

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.”

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.