Chapter Eight
“I know that I’ve said this before, but I’m pretty sure circumstances deem it completely necessary to say it again; the world has gone to hell in a handbasket, and I, for one, am ready to throw the damn handbasket off the highest cliff.” ~Jen
The Canadian pack beta was hot. Jen didn’t even try to censure her thoughts from her mate. In fact, the thought had come to her so quickly she wouldn’t have been able to block it even if she had tried. He was hot. There was just no other way to describe the biker-looking bad boy.
“Sometimes I wish I could duct tape more than just your mouth.” Decebel said under his breath as they stood in the driveway of the large house that the Canada pack used as their headquarters.
“You do duct tape more than my mouth,” Jen said, still not taking
