“Since the day he got his prospect cut,” she grumbles. She’s moodier than a cat with a sore ass.
“Huh. Does he know?” She shakes her head in response. Of course, he doesn’t, because the men of the Ace of Spades are fucking clueless. They only see what they want to see, nothing more, nothing less.
I jump off the bar stool going behind the bar and pull her into my arms. Saylor is way more affectionate than me but when it comes to her, I’m a teddy bear
“Looks like we both want who we can’t have,” I say as we burst into giggles.
“You got that right, Sen,” she says as we make our way to our rooms in the back of the clubhouse. Life would be so much easier if we weren’t part of this club. If we could be who we are and openly love who we want.
Chapter Twelve
Viper
It's too much seeing her eyes heavy with pain and shock. I never play nice when it comes to this club, I don't even play nice with the whores that walk around here. But with her, with Senna, I have been nothing but nice. Now she has seen me as Viper, the enforcer and I had seen it in her eyes that one moment that she couldn't handle it. She wasn't expecting the carnage that my body can enforce.
She is strong, I will give her that. Growing up as the daughter of an MC president you have to be. So much comes with this life, but my dreams are darker than the deepest depths of the sea.
Kicking the door open of my bedroom at the club, I see that it's been cleaned, and fresh towels laid out and a clean fresh bed. With a noteAfter a long run I knew you would need this, food in your mini fridge, Jack in the freezer part. love you X Mrs H.
That woman is a God send. She definitely knows just what us boys, unruly and messy boys, need. She has been here forever since I was little. She must be close to banging on sixtyish as she seemed old when I was a kid.
Taking the Jack from the fridge I unscrew the lid taking a swig from the bottle as I kick off my boots. I fall onto the soft bed and it protests under my body weight while molding into my frame. I pull my smokes from my breast pocket and just lay there looking at the roof smoking and thinking. I let her get inside my head tonight. I became foolish and I let my guard down.
I was gone far longer than necessary, and both my father and Ace picked up on it. I just about got myself killed by a slip of the tongue that I covered up by breaking that prospect’s face. It definitely needed to be done. Not as forcefully and uncontrollably as I did it though, but my mind was a mess. She gets under my skin and I just can’t fucking think straight. It's not like me to enforce such a beating in full view of the club with the women present. We have a shed for that purpose. Ace will have my balls for this in the morning.
Church will be called, and I will need to finish what I started with the gun run and the fucking piss bag whom thinks he can fuck with my club. I fired a text off as Ace was roaring into the phone.Game on bitch you wanna play best you be ready to be burnt. That's what I sent him. I know he will be sourcing a way to hurt us to make us weak and he can bring it. Fuck with us after a favor done to you. Under a rule from another club we respect is one thing but to threaten the women of this club well that’s a whole new deal. He and his own are about to see the wrath that comes from such a threat. Not to mention the shit fest he caused in town; the feds will be having a field day with that.
Senna and I just can't work, like ever. Not in this world when all I wanna do is kiss her from the top of her head all the way down to her toes. Running my hands over my face I sit on the edge of the bed and stub my smoke out in the clean ashtray. Looking at my bruised knuckles and blood-stained skin, the normal pain of what I had done walks over my senses. Each and every time when I come out of the blue-black rage and see the blood and bruises, I feel the tense, tight pain of split skin. I shudder at the demon feed and Luca has to wear the hangover of it’s feeding time.
Dragging my ass toward the bathroom I strip from my bloodied clothing. My body aching from seven hours straight riding in from the border. Even though we broke this trip up into stages, it still fucking kills a man’s body. The elements are unkind, and the road makes a man think way too much.
Turning on the faucet to hot, I watch as the steam rises and swirls in front of me. Memories of Senna sitting on my lap tonight, her arms wrapped around me as the wind blew tendrils of her red hair around me and the smell of coconut hits my senses.
Snapping my eyes to the door, I feel her. She is standing there a bottle of Dettol and a bowl with bandages in her hand and a packet of painkillers.
“I thought you may need this.” I watched her as she placed the items down on the small table to the side. Her eyes burning into mine.
“Um, thanks,” is all I could form standing there in just my boxers. She sends me a weak smile before walking up to me and looking at my hands.
“I don't like the person I saw out there.” The pain in her voice so audible it cuts through the beating in my chest.
“This person, baby, is who I am. Who I have to be for the club our fathers built?” Kissing the top of her forehead then walking into the shower I shut the door before slipping my boxers off my cock half-mast just from looking at her.
The water scalds my skin. A welcome burn to the numb emptiness that coats my body. Lowering my head under the stream of water I watch as the blood runs from my body and the heat prickles over my skin. She would have had to sneak past so many to just get to my door.
Her and Saylor’s wing is on the other side of the club. I can see her door from my own. We have a wrap-around landing with a staircase on either side, but you can walk around the whole top floor and access the rooms from either stairs.
She cares, I know she does, but she can’t. It's going to kill her seeing me this way. If she couldn't handle that small beat down, fuck me, imagine what she would be like when I come home after a kill. I will have to push her back. Tonight, was a mistake. I shouldn't have done what I did. I shouldn't have played with fire. Because at the end of it all, I am me. A cold-blooded biker’s son who kills without even blinking. She, well... she is just too damn perfect for this world and it's about time she sees that before it kills the both of us.
“Viper, Fuck, Viper.” I hear my name through the fog of sleep and on an all mighty hangover.
“Bro get the fuck up,” his voice blunt, cutting through the walls of my brain.
“The fuck does you want.” I try to swat him away.
“Fuck off, Flame,” I hiss out to him as he rips my blankets from me, letting the air hit my naked body.
“Get the fuck up dick and get dressed too. You’re late for Church and Ace is spitting tacks.”
