Nothing kills a man faster than his own head. When you're falling apart at the seams, who's going to be there to sew you back together? [Unedited]

Jaime Preciado. Photographer. Tattooed. Vic Fuentes. Model. Pretty boy.

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Perfect. Would there be any other word that would fit Kellin Quinn's well-narrated life? Nothing goes wrong. Ever. Right?

Best friends for 20 years, boyfriends for 8 years, living together for a year, engaged for 60 days. Everything is just too perfect.

Kellin was a poor boy who had been abandoned by his family for coming out as gay, forced to eat very little and sleep on the streets. Vic, the leader of the most dangerous gang in Mexico, found himself in Michigan to settle a little "business". When he found Kellin sleeping on a bench, he decided that the boy would be his. WARNING: if you are uncomfortable with anything sexual, whether it be consensual or not, DO NOT READ. Also includes kidnapping, slurs, and abuse.

(Kellic) Single, living alone, well, not so much since Lynn and Matty practically live there with him, and starting a new job. That's Kellin Quinn. He has the looks, he has the personality. He just can't find the one. Until he meets his boss, that is. Hottest bachelor in New York City, smart, dashingly good looking. That's Vic Fuentes. There isn't anything wrong with him. Kellin couldn't help but be a bit clumsy and spill his cold coffee all over Vic though. "I'm sorry, sir." It took only three words. Three words to know that Vic wanted this boy in the palm of his hand. Three words to want to feel his skin. Three words to want him.

SEQUEL TO MEXICAN SNIPER. (contains spoilers of the first book) Kellin Quinn has yet again been dragged into the world of gangs, drug lords and the assassins that are hired to take such despicable people out. After being kidnapped, he's been forced to work in the very office in which 25 teams of the world's most elite assassins operate from. Even better: he has to help them kill the bad guys. Not forgetting that the very team he's been assigned to contains his first love and ex-boyfriend, Vic Fuentes.

"Run away with me." The question that started it all.

Kellin Quinn doesn't live life on the risky side. No, he's a law student who obviously will become a lawyer and get married to a nice girl (with any luck) and have kids. He certainly doesn't expect the world's best assassin to be in his apartment plotting somebody's murder when he gets home from a holiday. Vic Fuentes - the assassin in question - does not expect him to come home early. How the fuck is he supposed to kill this bad guy now? Especially with such a cute distraction running around because it hasn't seen a gun before - let alone nine.