K.I.L.L.

Every man has his price. Coming out of the Dakotas with a little bit of extra scratch was more than I could have reasonably expected, given how much trouble we'd found ourselves in. Little did I know how much deeper the rabbit hole could go. When I was offered a job to hunt down and stop a group of flamboyant assassins, I immediately said what any self-respecting poker player would say: No. No way. Absolutely not. Are you out of your mind? What's that? Four hundred thousand? Nah. Can't spend it if you're dead. Say that again? You're offering me what? I tried to hold out, folks. I really did. But every man has his price, so Cougs, Ruse, Kahni, and I found ourselves on the road toward the city of my dreams, and the absolute last place I should ever go. Viva Las Vegas! Warning: This book has adult themes, including a slow-burn harem and violence.