*Victoria*

"Morning, Marcus," I said, setting his coffee mug on his desk, next to his half-full glass of whiskey. That was one hell of a way to start a morning.

"Good morning, sweetheart," Marcus rasped, wrapping a hand around my waist. He was bigger than his brother, more muscular but slightly less toned. A tattoo of a snake wrapped around his wrist and slithered up his forearm and bicep, the head of the snake keeping watch on his shoulder.

"I've got some ...