“You have a bad habit of dropping things, kitten,” he chastised.
“My name is not… Don’t ever call me that.” I quickly snatched it from his hand.
“What, kitten? But it suits you.”
Nose flaring, I dared to take a step. "Listen, Mr.—“
“Xander,” he supplied.
“Whatever. Are you stalking me?”
His smirk morphed into an amused smile. “Are you going to complain to the owner, or the police, or the military this time? Listen, kitten…” he actually stopped and waited.
“Maeve.”
“Maeve,” he repeated my name,...

I was raised with the criminal underground’s most notorious crew turned government-sanctioned mercenaries in Texas and Colorado, known as the Death Kings. My uncle is one of them known as the Gator King. Now I walk in his footsteps, leading a crew of my own with his backing. To my family, my nickname is Seraphim, but in my kingdom, I’m the Viper King. Now the boys who left me, who swore they would stay by my side to protect me, are back in town. They are attempting to become like C.H.A.O.S. who ...