“Piss bag, we are on Lockdown. The Princesses of this club along with their mother, my mother and my sister’s live’s have been fucking threatened and you're inside getting a Bud Light. Are you fucking stupid?” Shaking my head.
“Fuck that, don't even answer that.” I’ll let my hands to the talking and let his gasps and groans be the answers.
I pull my arm back; with force I slam my fist straight into his face. Shattering his nose with one punch. Blood splatters, adrenaline rises, and all has gone black around me. All I see is his mug and the splattering of bright, sticky, crimson blood.
Pulling my hand back again. I crack his cheekbone and then the next one, this time watching his eyes as my fist cracks back down into the other cheek bone shattering that one. I see the blood vessels in his eyes burst as blood trickles all over his face. His body is weak, broken with pain, as I nod to Flame. He knows what I want, so he comes over and stands behind the near passed out little bitch prospect.
Flame wraps his arms under his armpits, linking his fingers at the back of his head and holds him as I open up on his stomach. First punch equals one rib crack. Second punch is the second rib crack, then the third rib cracks. The prospect groans and moans, grunts and gasps coming from him and the chapter behind me send my body on a wild, rage filled attack. I don't see anything bar the Mexican threatening my family. Threatening the only woman who I have ever loved.
I would never love anyone like I love Senna Austin and I never would love anyone if she was taken from this fucked up world. I wanna feel her heartlines forever. For me, the Viper, the enforcer to admit that is something serious.
If anything, and I mean anything happened to her I would kill every single person with my bare hands and with every tear I shed and every ounce of pain I felt, I would find them all and avenge her death.
Flame let him drop to the dirt below with a low thud slash gasp laced in a painful moan. The blood was dripping from his face to the dirt. He was gasping for air and moaning in pain. I knelt down to the side of him twisting his face between my fingers, so his eyes met mine. His eyes glazed over and were as red as his face covered in blood.
“Listen and listen really good! Next time you're on post don't fuckin’ leave even if you need to piss or shit, you fucking shit yourself and piss over the edge. You don't take your eyes off that fucking gate,” my voice hoarse and cracking from the strain of the pure anger.
Turning on my heel, I walk back into the club house wiping my bruised knuckles, my eyes fall onto the beauty standing there in front of me.
To the club that’s who I am out there. That's who they see. Sure, she has heard the stories, listened to the myths and legends. She listened and watched; she knew them all. But she had never once seen me lose my temper like that, never had she been witness to that act. She has heard them whisper but never once had she ever witnessed it. Seen me at my darkest, not once has she ever seen me lose control. The look in her eyes as her bottom lip trembled broke the last moral part of my being. Every time I lose control for the club, for them all, when my anger bubbles and burns, that'swhen I lose another part of what makes me human. When the devil comes out to play for the club, I'm always left feeling numb.
Chapter Eleven
Senna
I knew I should’ve stayed in the clubhouse.
I could hear my dad’s booming voice coming from outside. Dad, Spade and Luca are outside dealing with club shit and I know not to get involved. Club business is for members only. I may be a club princess, but club business isn’t my business. I learned that from a very young age.
The party is still in full force when Luca comes barreling through the door with a murderous look on his face. I have known this man my whole life and I can say I’veneverseen him like this. So enraged. So scary. He reminds me of the boogeyman you dream about as a child. He’s a live version of the boogeyman. This isn’t my Luca, this is Viper.
After confronting one of the prospects, Flame drags him outside. I understand the need for dominance. The prospects need to learn and earn respect and this guy, whose name I can’t remember, obviously doesn’t have any. Saylor and I file out of the clubhouse along with most of the club.
Viper does what the enforcer of the club is supposed to do, enforce the rules. While Flame holds the guy up, Viper gives him a beatdown. Not only for disrespecting him but also for not doing what he was supposed to, protecting the club.
For the first time in my life, I’m scared of him. The savagery of his assault on the prospect. The look ofsheer enjoyment on his face. The fury and power are too much. This is not the same man who only a few hours ago brought me so much pleasure. Who held me, kissed me, loved me? Nope. My Luca is nowhere to be found. All I see is Viper and I hate what I see. I hate that he has to become this,thisother being to do his job.
Saylor wraps me in her arms taking me back into the club. She hates this shit as much as I do. We have been around violence our entire life. It’s part of these men and I wouldn’t change them for anything. But I still hate it. Hate the fact Luca has to go to that dark place. That he has to becomethatto protect me and this club.
Once inside she walks us to the bar. The room is practically empty since everyone was outside watching Viper dole out punishment. Once I’m seated, Say goes around the bar and sets two shot glasses in front of me. She turns grabbing the Patron, lime and salt then she fills our glasses and we lift them in unison.
“To hating the men we love,” she says licking the salt off her hand before downing the shot and sucking the lime. I mimic her movements and take my shot. She refills our glasses and we go again.
Pulling the lime from my mouth I look up at her, “And what man would that be sis?” I ask inquisitively.
“None,” she mumbled, before turning away from me and grabbing us each a beer.
“Oh no. You best fess up bitch! Lane told me a few weeks ago there’s a guy but refused to tell me who. So, I’ll ask again. Who is it?”
She stares at me for a few minutes as she drinks her beer. We may not look at all like sisters, but we have a bond none will ever understand. I can see the wheels in her head turning trying to find a way out of this conversation. I continue to stare at her hoping she gets that she is going to tell me.
Saylor finishes her beer in a few more swigs. I hear the clank of the bottles hitting when she tosses it in the trash. I patiently wait for her to start talking.
Throwing her hands in the air she sighs. Here it comes…
“It’s Capone, ok!” she growls. My mouth falls open. I’m shocked. Well and truly shocked. Once I pick my jaw up off the bar I respond.
“How long?”
