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314 pages
First published March 21, 2017















I do a total cartoonish skate walk, jazz hands flailing in the air, desperately trying to keep my balance, but an embarrassing scream escapes me when I crash to the ground.
Well, to a body that breaks my fall.
“Sorry,” I tell the dead guy whose vacant eyes stare back at me. I pat his chest appreciatively while pushing back up to a crouched position.
“This. Is. Not. My. Day,” I groan, then grimace as I look at Dead Guy. “Guess your day is worse than mine, huh?”

”I really don’t like guns being pointed at me!” a feminine voice snaps, tearing all our gazes away as a familiar face comes into view by the SUV.
Jude is behind her, gun pointed to the back of her head, as the girl skates—fucking skates—toward us. I recognize her immediately, even as my brow furrows in confusion.
Very short, white spandex shorts are suctioned to her body. Pale pink socks reach her thighs, along with a pale pink shirt that says something about Bubble Gum. Her hair is in twin balls on her head like she’s Princess fucking Leia or something.
And white roller skates.
With rainbow-striped shoe strings.
And she’s in a warehouse with massacred bodies lying around, but she’s not batting an eye. Her arms are loaded down with phones that she’s hoarding at her waist.
It’s the single most ridiculous thing I’ve ever seen in my life.”![]()
”Sarah’s like a cat,” I tell them.
“A cat?” the cold-eyed one (snake) asks, his tone devoid of any emotion to tell me if he’s amused or confused. Or just wants me dead.
Tough crowd.
“A cat,” I repeat. “She disappears for days at a time, but always comes back. She doesn’t react well when backed into a corner. As pointed out to me by Model Boy six months ago, she really does have sharp claws—metaphorically speaking. And she gifts you dead rodents as a show of affection.”
Just to be clear, I point to a few corpses.
To make things worse, I add, “And she’s always clean.”
’She turns and walks out, slamming the door behind her.
Not a few minutes have passed, the door swings open again, and I try not to smirk when she grabs her roller skates from the floor. She points a finger at me. “And for the record, you have to be badass to wear this outfit in front of guys like you and not feel the need to explain yourself.”
She spins and walks out again, slamming the door once more.’
’Just as I scoot over to be closer to him, two hands grab my shoulders, and I’m shoved back forcefully. I blink, looking to see Axle is glaring at me.
“What?” I ask, wondering why he’s keeping his body on the bed instead of coming down on top of me while he holds my shoulders. “You need an engraved invitation or something? ‘Maya’s hungry, talented vagina cordially invites your big penis to come stay the night.’ How’s that work for you?”
I can’t be less subtle than I’ve been.
[….]
“Last chance, Axle. Do you want me or not? It’ll be the last time I ask, because I’m through chasing. Hot as you are, I’m not into wasting time on guys who aren’t interested. Girl has to have some self-respect, you know.”
I snort derisively, rolling my eyes.
She arches an eyebrow. “I do hardcore Kegel exercises. My pussy is a ninja,” she says seriously, waiting for me to respond.
’To the rest of the club, I’m supposed to be Axle’s girl, because no one wants to risk letting them know who I really am.
And I played a part by dancing on him.
And he played a part by punching a guy for me.
Asshole. I almost swooned for no damn reason.’
’After shutting and locking the door, I strip out of my clothes and slide into bed on her side before pulling her to me and kissing my way down her neck.
I feel it the second she wakes up and her hands slide up my back, like she’s searching for my scars and making sure the right man is on her.’
her pov :
‘Snake hop out and follow, running close behind the one with scars (axle) whose voice sounds like sex to my ears. I’ve never wanted to fuck a voice more than I want to his. Yeah, I’m a crazy girl, but damn. It’s all deep and rough, almost as though he’s trying to seduce you with mundane words and succeeding without effort.’
his pov :
“Where are we dropping you?” I ask her.
Fucking eh. Why does she make a sound every time I speak?”
“Why can’t you leave Halo?” Snake muses, asking the questions I can’t, since she doesn’t like the sound of my voice.
She doesn’t make a sound when he speaks. Just me. Guess the monster is scarier than the pretty boy with some ink.
