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Harry Styles. Infamous strip-club owner and a part of the criminal elite. He has money, fame, whores, whatever he wants. And if he doesn't have it? Well, that's simple. He'll get it because he's a Viper and Vipers get what they want. Darcey Hemlock. Notorious poison dealer and a part of a nefarious fleet of do-no-gooders. She has money, guns, lackeys, men quaking whenever she enters a room. And if someone doesn't show her respect? Well, that's simple. She'll get it because she's a woman and women should be worshipped like the gods of old. There's a problem though. Almost all of Dallas is poisoned. Poisoned by drugs, guns, petty crime turned to gangs shooting innocents, and families are split apart. And it's all the Vipers' fault. They've created a drug that has blurred the lines of common sense and logic. The plot twist to this story? They claim they haven't manufactured anything. They're saying they're innocent... *** "Don't mess with the snakes if you can't handle the poison." I scoff, watching him writhe in agony from the snake that's slowly twisting around his neck and taking his lifeline from him, "Because damn, does it hurt like a bitch when you get the fangs." *** TW: MENTIONS OF SUICIDE, DEATH, GRAPHIC VIOLENCE, SEXUAL THEMES, AND OTHER TRIGGERING TOPICS!!
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