Syndicate of Sins (Toxic Paradise, #2)

by Marie Maravilla

Nothing itched quite like dried blood. Well, dried cum was a bitch too.

I bit the fucking hand because it never bothered to feed me, and I’d cannibalize that fucker before ever going hungry again.

I’d rather be the villain. A walking nightmare for those who got in my way.

“Embalming Bitches Services. Fuck us over, and we fuck you up. How can I help you?”

“Now not only do I have to kill you, but I have to make an example of you. Can’t have assholes thinking we allow this type of behavior.”

“Do you have fucking hollow points pointed at my balls?”

“I will find you, macushla.” His voice carried over the sounds of the city. “And when I do, I will wring that pretty throat of yours.”