C.D. Gorri

Merciful Lies Lies can be merciful. It just depends on the why. Anna:I knew the second I saw him, my life would change forever. When my brother offers me as payment to Nico Fury, the king of the Vipers, how can I refuse? Tattooed, built, and tall, he was the only man I saw when I walked into the room. It was like he occupied all the available space, sitting on his throne of blood, sweat, and lies. Nerves assailed me, but I owed my brother too much to let anything happen to him. One night. That was all. But it would leave me wrecked. Actions always had consequences. Six months later, my brother was killed by a rival organization, and now they were after me. There was only one place I could go to keep my unborn baby safe. I just hoped the king would be merciful. Nico Perfect things didn’t exist, at least not in my experience. But she was pretty close. I had her in my bed for one night, and I couldn’t shake the memory. No, I wasn’t meant to keep soft things like Anna Keller. My life belonged to my crew, and we were a vicious group. Hell, we weren’t called Vipers for nothing. But she was different. She made me want, and I loved and hated her for it. Anna was light in a world of constant darkness. She was all warmth and beauty like no other. And I craved her like a drug. Six months had passed since I took her in return for clearing her brother’s debt to me, but that man attracted trouble like honey did flies. It wasn’t long before I learned Sam Keller had gotten himself killed. Less than an hour later, Anna came back to me, on her knees, asking for sanctuary. I knew the moment I saw the swell of her stomach she was carrying my baby. Anna thought coming here would protect her, but she was walking right into the Viper’s nest. Before I was finished, my little runaway would be begging me for mercy.

Jersy Bad Boys

It’s about twenty hours back home and we have a long way to go. But the roads are pretty clear, and I am enjoying the company so far.


Of course, if I really wanted to, I could drive us back to the Garden State tonight.


But why do that when I can hold Little Doll in my arms instead?


I’m pondering that very thing when I make the executive decision to pull over at a Marriot dotting the highway just after midnight. Koukla is snoring softly, and I grin at how fucking cute she is.


I use my phone to book us a room, a single, and I grab her suitcase and my duffle from the car, holding both in one hand as I lift her into my arms.


Seems like a lot, but I’m a big guy. She’s tiny compared to me and holding her is easy.


Plus, I fucking like how she feels in my arms.


Her body is made for mine, and it’s all I can do to keep my dick in my pants. But the next time I fuck Giselle it’s going to be because she makes the first move.


Chapter Four-Angel&Giselle