G I Joe Renegades Snake Eyes Novels & Stories

When I pressed my hand, or more accurately the back of my hand, against the metal stand, I was leaving evidence to prove that it was Cyprus, not me. And it worked. But that's what you get when you try to play me. You lose. I'm not called Sundew, a type of carnivorous plant, for nothing. I'm deadly. And if I have to lose some blood and have a hole torn through my side to get you out, I'll do it. I'll rip out my throat to see you die. For your death, I trade my eye for a bullet. All to bring you down. I can do it.

Viper puts his hand on Lug’s shoulder. “ Lug, recently you have proved your loyalty to not only this club but to Merigold. By fighting for her and helping us find her you have not only earned my respect but that of my brothers. Because of this a vote was taken.” Viper turns to Merigold. She has opened the box and is taking Lug Nut kutte out. “ Lug Nut this isn’t how these things normally go but Viper has granted me this. For everything you have done for me. For your loyalty. For your friendship. I’m happy to say you are no longer a prospect.” Merigold motions for Lug to turn around. She carefully places the kutte on his shoulder. “ From this day on you are a full member of the Reckless Ren

The door was embedded into the wall and so well hidden that even with a magnifying glass, one might not find the crack. A carriage slowly stopped by the wall. Soon, a young man in his thirties, looking very ordinary, got off. In a crowd, no one would pay him any attention. However, this seemingly ordinary young man was the right-hand man of Charlie Colon from the Colon family in the Southern District, known publicly as “Golden Snake.” He was a formidable individual who Charlie supplied with significant resources each month, with strength approaching that of a quasi-Battle Warrior. Golden Snake was familiar with Gazelle Tavern. He faced the wall for a few seconds, and a door appeared. After h

Furrowing my brow, I asked Gavin to clasp it around my neck, and he nodded as he took the stunning necklace and neared my back. Once it was around my neck, visions of wars filled my head. They were so intense that I stumbled a little bit and closed my eyes to view them. Witnessing my father being stabbed I gasped at the person who was holding the blade. “It wasn't a fucking rogue!” I growled sourly and opened my eyes. “It was that bastard Jordan! He is working directly with the rogues. Oh, I'm going to tear him a new asshole,” I snarled. The men were eyeing me and then each other strangely. Only Gideon stood there grinning.

And standing beside him, her posture rigid with anticipation, her face a mask of grim, vicious triumph, was Renejay. A slow, deliberate smile spread across her lips as her eyes locked onto mine. It was the smile of someone who has waited a long, long time for this moment. “I told you she was a resilient little cockroach,” Renejay said, her voice dripping with venomous delight. She didn’t look at Gideon as she spoke; her gaze was all for me, savoring my shock, my despair. “It takes more than fire to squash something that crawls and insists on surviving.”