Murder Sprees and Mute Decrees Books 1-3 by Jennifer Cody

Author:Jennifer Cody [Cody, Jennifer]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2024-02-18T00:00:00+00:00

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Sketchy Liars Who Go Back On Their Word About Vacations (I might have edited the depot’s nickname): Conrad Gribble. 223 N. 1st St, Fresno Ca. 5:15am

Seriously, this is ridiculous. Does the depot not have Reapers in California? It seems like they would have Reapers all over the world and wouldn’t necessarily need to send Fox on an actual killing spree in California because he happens to be here when we were supposed to have a few days off.

Something super sketch is going on.

The bank where our next victim is probably currently making the rounds as a security guard is closed, locked down tight, and also, this isn’t a heist movie and we don’t have a plan for how to get inside.

What the fuck?

Bellamy hums softly as we both get out. I come around to his side, staring at the locked up bank building while he assesses it.

“Hey, um, should I stay here or come with you?” Edovard asks through the window he rolled down.

Bellamy gives me a pointed look and walks away. Obviously he’s sticking to the this-is-my-problem thing.

I pat Edovard’s square cheek and then kinda massage it. Would you look at that! Muscle-boy’s cheeks are also muscley! His face is hard as a rock! I put both hands on his cheeks and massage them, trying to figure out how he got his face bulked out too. Does he eat actual rocks???

Bellamy clicks his tongue and reaches over to stop me from harassing Edovard, but I grab his hand and force him to feel the cheek muscles on this guy, while my adorable lost little puppy looks up at us confused.

Bellamy hums in surprise and also takes Edovard’s face in his hand, checking it out the same way.

Edovard puts up with our fondling until Bellamy lets him go.

“Impressive,” Bellamy decides and then turns back to the problem at hand.

Because of course he couldn’t tell Edovard to stay in the car or leave or go home or anything. Edovard’s my problem.

Me: We’re going to be breaking into a bank and then killing someone; do you want to come watch that?

Edovard’s lips move as he reads my words, and then he reads them again before typing out his response.

Edovard: I kinda got sick when you killed those other people. Can I just stay in the car?

Me: Sure thing, buddy. Our driver will look after you.

Edovard gives me a relieved smile and sits back in his seat, putting his hands in that awkward placement on his thighs. Does he enjoy sitting that way? It’s a very…well, I mean, I’ve recently binge-read a bunch of super cute, sweet BDSM romances and it’s a very submissive pose, if you know what I mean. It was last week; I found an author with like a hundred books in her back list between two pen names. I’m so into her puppy play books, FYI, and I could totally see Edovard putting on a hood and chasing a ball. He’d be adorable.

Hence why I think he needs a keeper.

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