Bound By The Biker's Pack Outlaw Alpha
the biker spat, though he took a step toward the back kitchen under the sheer intensity of her gaze.
Because if you do not, you can start digging his grave in the yard right here, Valerie said, leaning over the lieutenant. She pressed her fingers firmly against his neck, feeling the erratic, shallow flutter of his pulse. His trachea is shifting to the right. The immense pressure from the internal bleeding is crushing his airway from the inside out. Grim, give me a clean blade. Now.
My blades are perfectly fine, Grim muttered, holding his leather pouch close to his chest like a child.