KW Naughty Corner

  The Man and the Beast Nyomi   His world was kill or be killed. If a problem came, they ended it with death. And now I understood even more what he'd been telling me about my need to be careful. He would kill anyone for me. Anyone. At any time. Even a woman carrying his children. And he would do it for me right now, calmly, with his hands still warm from touching my face. Because to him. . .I was the only thing in the world worth protecting. The realization didn't arrive like a thought. It arrived like a temperature drop. The bedroom's warmth—the same warmth that had cradled me five seconds ago, that had laughed with me about my new hobby, that had blushed when I called him a prime grade bad ass motherfucker—had cooled around the edges. All because the Dragon had arrived. And I would need to deeply understand these two sides of him. I was lying beneath the man who had lovingly whispered Tora in his sleep and apologized for tears he hadn't ...

  The Psycho Bruco   We’ve got a hostage to play with. With my mask still on, I stretched my legs out, leaning back against the cold metal interior of the new van as Cappello swerved us through Antwerp’s tangled streets. The van rumbled beneath me. The vibrations thrummed against my spine in a way that made my fingers twitch. Meanwhile, Rabbit had his hands full with her —our new little prize. He was attempting to cuff her wrists behind her back, and she was slapping at his masked face. Squirming. Fighting. Thrashing. Like a fish on a hook. Flopping. Gasping. Trying to bite him and refusing to accept that the world she knew was already gone. I can’t wait to break her. The van rocked, and Rabbit grunted, struggling to keep his grip on her as she thrashed in his arms. Wild thing. She slammed her elbow back, catching the side of his mask with a brutal crack. It was a hollow thud against the reinforced white metal. I smirked. “She got you good...