See this is who I am. I am evil, mean. I have no remorse when it comes to shit like that. I will fuck what I want, when I want and how I want. I am Viper. I am a fucking outlaw with an outlaw mentality, much to my mother's disgust. She knows the Luca that lies beneath the facade that is the biker with a bad attitude. Senna also knows it, see it, feels it and fucking loves it. I see it every day, every fucking time she looks into my eyes. The love, adoration she has for a bad boy like me. She sees the good, not the ugly. Well, that was until that all changed the other night when I kicked the shit out of the fucking prospect.
That side of me she didn't like, and she didn't hold back in telling me. That one small sentence that fell from her lips held so much pain that it sliced through my dead soul causing me to bleed out in front of her. Turning and walking was all I could do. Just like yesterday, I couldn't allow her to look into my eyes and see that I had killed a man whose brother has now put a hit on all of their beautiful heads!
I am the reason. Me alone. Viper, the enforcer of this club. Who was meant to keep them safe? Keep her beautiful soul safe and alive!
Standing up from the leg press I run my hand through my hair. This place is where I feel I am me, the me I have always wanted to be. The Luca Warren I was meant to be. Having a father that is VP to a club that is in his blood had other plans for me though. So, this small place of sanity is where I fall whenever the weight of the club, his dream, his best friend’s vision falls too hard on my shoulders.
Kick, kick, jab. Kick, kick, jab. In my zone with my music blaring and my body moving with the bag. Jab, jab, duck, jab, duck, jab. This is food for my soul. This quells the dark, chases the monster and sets the demon free. Watching Flame walk in here kills that vibe and cuts the energy of me uncoiling from beast to man. The smug grin on his pretty boy face instantly pisses me off.
Locking eyes with him as he holds my bag, I jab and jab and fucking jab. His eyes zone in on mine, a smile licks his lips and he wink mouthing something I can't make out as Five Finger Death Punch’sWrong Side of Heavenfloats inside my ears. Stepping back onto my left foot, placing all my weight onto the ball of the foot, I raise my right leg and kick the bag hard and fast sending a whoosh of air around the bag. The tip of my toe grazed the side of Flame’s face before slamming into the bag with a snapping thud.
Spinning and turning to face him my eyes glaring into his. "What!" I hiss out, pulling the headphones from my ears as his hand rubs his cheek
“You’re one grumpy cunt when you let her get into your head, yeah!" he seethes out at me, his eyes looking in mine as mine narrow, egging him on.
"Don't know what you’re talking about, bro," I say swiping the towel from his outstretched hand.
"Like fuck you do, brother. You and Capone are just as bad as each other." Picking up the bottle of water I twist the cap and throw it at him.
"Unlike Capone I have my shit on lock down and my feelings are nil because I don't possess emotion," I reply, walking toward the stairs and up to my living quarters, I have worked so hard for, above the gym.
Flame follows, of course, his relentless sarcastic humor following him up and hitting my back, pissing me off. "We all see it, brother." Dropping his body down onto my couch and lighting a cig from my pack that’s sitting on my coffee table.
"Don't know what you’re all seeing there, brother." I smile at him as I unscrew the Jack lid, and pour it into my glass
"Don't you think that's enough of that?" he questions me, raising his eyebrows. Shaking my head as I take a swig from the glass, ice falling into my mouth. The cold is a welcome difference to the heat from the amber liquid. My jaw clenches biting down on the ice from my glass.
"Look, I don't care if you’re fucking her or you’re not! I don't care if you even love her but you and Capone both have two of the most fucking badass amazing humans this side of this fucked up world in love with your mugs! I have no clue how that even happened. But you both do and seeing as you have been MIA for like a week or so now, I lost count of the days. I was picking up your slack and cleaning up your mess. Ace is moving the girls out to the safe houses tonight and you my fine friend are in charge of Senna's safety alone with Capone in charge of Saylor’s. In the same house too, I might add!" Grinning like a fucking Cheshire cat, my knuckles click with the pressure it takes to hold myself back from rearranging his face. He may be my best friend but fuck he's a right prick at times.
After one touch from her I became obsessed. Obsessed with the rush she gave me. Obsession is a bad thing for a guy like me. It leads to this shit right here second guessing and over fucking analyzing. Hyper Alert for her safety but knowing exactly what will come when we are left alone.
Now I sit outside the safe house looking in knowing Ace will have my balls for this, but I can't fucking do it. I can't keep hurting her. She doesn't deserve it. But it doesn't matter how many times I try to fuck her outta my mind with strangers, it's her eyes that slam into mine as I unload in their skank asses. Never fucking them front on. Only doggy and only gloved up! She hates everything that I am and now I have to walk in loving her with a bull’s eye taped to my back.
"I hope you’re going in their son." Snapping my head to the sound of Aces voice in the dark. All I can see walking toward me is the orange ember of his cigarette tip. He leans against my bike, his eyes finding mine and believe me you can't not see the anger swirling in them.
"I trust you with more than her life Viper," he grits out as I suck in a sharp breath, the cool hitting my burning lungs starved for air.
"This gun shit isn't on you. It's on me and I should have listened. I didn't and for that I am sorry. I'm well stuck, stuck in the old way of an outlaw life where it was different." Reaching my hand into the breast pocket of my cut, I pull out my cigarettes. Lighting one and taking a long drag I try to think of what I can say to a man who I have looked up to my whole life. Strived to be just like, who one day I will take over from.
"What am I to do Viper?" My eyes snap to his like he really is fucking asking me.
"We fucking fight and we go back to running shit the way it was meant to run. With us being a biker gang, an MC built on a brotherhood, not threats and favors. We show them that we are not going to cave and we fucking blow them all up," I say to him. I can see Senna walking in front of the windows. Her silhouette I can see behind the curtain. I would know that body anywhere she's like braille to a blind man.
"Not hasty though, Flame and I we have ideas. We see shit you and the old man don't. We have informants and Intel." Flicking my smoke into the dark night I watch it twist and turn on the small breeze around us.
"I know son, I know," Ace says, his hand falling to my hunched shoulders. I know damn well that I have to go in there and see tears in her eyes. I know her so well she will fall apart seeing me, she will break down inside the walls of her mind and her eyes will show me. I've hit rock bottom when it comes to Senna.
"You and Capone are in charge of these girls of mine, Viper. Two prospects will be stationed outside at all times along with the cameras. I have eyes on this place. In the morning I'll be back with Spade and we will talk tactics."
His hand squeezes my shoulder before he walks away to the waiting van, slamming the door. As I pull my body from my bike, kicking up the kickstand, I wheel her inside the gates of this property that will now be home to Senna and the war zone that is us!
Chapter Fifteen
Senna
Pulling up to the safehouse gives me a feeling of Deja vu. I remember coming here as a little girl with Saylor and our parents. This was our getaway and dad always said we were never to tell anyone about this place, that it had to be our secret. Now I know why.
Since there have been threats to us, Dad and the club wanted us in hiding until they can neutralize the threat. Saylor and I are stuck here for who knows how long. Mom, Jolee and Lane are in different locations. We have no way of knowing where they are or talking to them. I expressed my unease of being separated from mom, but dad shut me down quickly. I know he’s doing this to protect us but I fucking hate it.
