Their investigation took three weeks. Three weeks of disappearing informants. Three weeks of burned warehouses. Three weeks of enemies suddenly changing sides. And three weeks of Viper and Vixen becoming closer than ever. Their relationship had always contained a private darkness. Trust. Control. Games of dominance and surrender that belonged only to them. There were rules. There was consent. And there was absolute trust. Vixen loved challenging him. Viper loved pretending he wasn't affected. One night, she walked into his office wearing black from head to toe. He looked up. "You're trouble." She smiled. "You married trouble." "I know." She locked the door. "Good." He stood. "What are you planning?" She approached him slowly. "Something irresponsible." He smiled. "Finally."

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