My eyes snap open and I jump from the bed regretting the sudden movement. My head is fucking pounding as I slip my legs into my jeans.
“No boxers. You rebel,” Flame hollers as he walks from my room.
“Oh, and nice ass by the way.”
“Fuck you, dick bag.” Scrubbing my hands over my face I am so hung over and really just fucking hating this day already and I lookat my watch, it’s only eight am. Fuck me! What has Ace calling church so dam early and on a fucking Sunday. It’s the Lord’s day of rest, not an ear bashing, bitching about how much I fucked up and where was I when shit went west with the gun deal day. I was fingering your daughter looking into her eyes as I claimed her fucking soul, condemning us both to hell.
Mrs H passed me my cup of bitter black coffee as I walked into the door of church, all eyes once again fall on me.
“Save it,” I barked looking at them all.
“I’m late, fine me, kick me, punch me, swear at me I honestly don't care. I'm fucking exhausted.”
Aces eyes find mine as I fall into my chair my father shakes his head.
“So.” Cracking my knuckles I raise my eyebrow looking at the two men I respect and are bound to.
“So,” my father says a tick in his jaw has me looking at the other members of the club.
“What!” I snap out feeling like this is about to go west real fast.
“Wanna tell me what actually happened out there?” Ace questioned me but I knew it wasn't really a you can tell me if you like or not type of question it was a you’re going to tell me and now.
Raising my ass off the seat, I slipped out the packet of cigarettes from my pocket. Flicking a cigarette from the packet, tapping the tip on the table before raising it to my lips, lighting it and sucking down deep. As the tobacco taste rolled down my throat and into my lungs, burning and blowing it back out through my nose, I looked Ace in the eyes no need to keep it any longer.
“Halfway out on the run we are ambushed by what I actually have come to find out was their club, half of them anyway. They were trying to take half the guns and only pay for what I was delivering. We were outnumbered, they had guns more than what we had, I sent the boys and the Van off down a dirt track. Flame and I were shooting back at them trying to save on ammo but coming up short I dropped my bike and skidded off the road. Flame and Capone shot off into the distance pulling them back from me and the van. I just started shooting until I hit one of their guys and they fell back a little. So, I opened up again and I hit another and then another, I didn’t like kill shot them, just a warning- don't fuck with us or we will fuck with you back and then last night they tried that shit again. Well, I texted the dick and haven’t heard back.” Taking a gulp of my bitter coffee and shuddered as it sends a warmth into my soul that I wish I didn't have.
“Well, kill shot it worked because one of the guys you shot is dead and to really make it all that much more fucked. He's the brother of the dick you refer to.” My eyes snap to Ace as my hands balled into fists.
“Your loyalty and your honor to this club doesn’tgo unnoticed, Viper,” my dad says as my eyes rise to meet his. I have been spoken to and I will show the valid form of respect. I hate having blood on my hands.
“I know this isn't idle, but it's happened, and we will fight. It's a war they want, it's a war they will get. You can’t try and fuck over this club and not pay,” Ace says as my eyes close taking the light and replacing it with a dark. The dark I like.
“A war that involves not only us but the women of this club. A war we wouldn't be having if…” I snap out through a clenched jaw as Ace cuts me off. He and dad both know that I had my doubts over this. They know they fucked up and now I have the blood to shed on my hands.
“We will hold our own and together we stand our ground and fight,” Ace says.
“At what cost though,” I bark back, tired and fucking just over it.
“I told you not to do this deal. I had a bad feeling about it and look now. Hey, look.” I snapped my eyes to theirs both of them. They both knew my concerns.
“Calling in favors, making deals, fixing up deals with favors it’s now started a fucking war. Guns, meth, crazy men. We don't run like them; we are not sheep we are shepherds and we have fallen into the easy path of running shit. YOU BOTH promised to not____” I didn't even finish I shook off Flame’s hand as he grabbed my arm. A warning to bite my tongue.
“Forget it. You two old men not wanting to listen will get us all fucking killed.”
“Viper,” my dad roared, and I mean he fucking roared so loud that it had the hairs on my arms standing up.
“Don't you walk,” he bellowed out.
“Stop me old man,” I called back as I kicked the door open and walked from the club to my bike. I saw her standing off to the side of all the bikes, Saylor and Lane with her.
Giving them a head lift, she gave me a weak smile before looking away at the girls and back to me. As I kicked my bike to life, she began to move toward me, stopping just before she reached me when I lifted up my hand.
“Don't, Babe,” I mouth to her. “Luca.” Her eyes darted back and forth searching mine.
“I can't,” I said. Opening my clutch, I took off, leaving her standing there with dust kicking up around her and me feeling like a right cunt. Good one Luca, fucking good one.
Chapter Thirteen
