Born of Fire (The League, #2)

by Sherrilyn Kenyon

You double bastard, rat punk!

* taking notes * 📝 🤣

“Who exactly are you?” He literally bristled. His skin flicked up like spikes before it settled down again. “Oh, that’s great. Your girlfriend doesn’t even know me.” He smacked Syn again. “Traitor.” Syn grabbed him by the arm and pulled him up to dangle by it. “Hit me again, and I’m putting you in a compactor.” “You might as well. You two-timing bastard.” Shahara frowned. “What are you two to each other?” Syn set him back down on the bed. “Vik is one of the first things I created when I was a kid.” “I was your partner.” He smiled. “Vik was my partner. When my father used to send me on jobs, Vik was my eyes and ears to make sure I got in and got out.” “Yeah, and how does he repay me? He abandons me the first chance he gets.” “That’s not true. You were supposed to watch out for Digger.” Vik ignored him. “Does he call? No. Does he email or even text me? No. He just ran off and left me here to rust and die.” He turned back to Syn. “You really suck as a friend.” “I do suck as a friend. I’m sorry.” “Mmm-hmm. You think you can sweet-talk me? Who you been two-timing me with anyway? Some low-tech battery-operated device? I hope it shocked you every time you touched it.”

I need a Vin 👀🤣

I can’t live without you.” He knelt before her and took her hand in his. She stared down at him, awed that a man so strong had humbled himself for her.

Men like this >>>>