“Oh, Viper, believe me I can.” fuck me running my free hand over my heart.
“That hurt, babe.” I say faking a broken heart, hoping to rouse a smile on that beautiful face of hers, but nothing.
“Gotta have a heart for that to hurt, Viper. You FA.” snapping at me she shifts her chair a little away from me my hand falls from her back and into the air. I Seek her eyes in the dim light.
“To you it’s always been Luca.” I breathe out to her.
“Well at the moment that's not who I see.’ she says looking away and taking a long pull from the Bud Light Mrs H brought. My eyes fall to the fire crackling in front of me and the music playing on the iPod, Boom Waste Love by MGK (Machine Gun Kelly). Taking a cig from my pack I light it. I pick up my whiskey, pull myself deeper down into my cut and just listen to the banter from my brothers. Fuck her moody shit. Keep her safe,take out the threat. Tie up all the loose ends here and then I’ll go back to my plans of nomad.
Rogue it is. See ya later to all that is the woman with the fire red hair and eyes that unarm me with one flutter of their long black lashes.
Chapter Seventeen
Senna
My morning started out on the good side as I watched Saylor and Caponegive each other sexy eyes across the table. To a stranger, it might seem like they are glaring and may not like each other. To me, they are giving each other fuck me eyes. These two need to get it on already. To watch them it kinda makes me nauseous.
I turn my back on my sister and her man and pour myself another cup of coffee. I can’t function without at least three cups of go juice. As I sip on my coffee, I think back to last night. I might love Luca with every ounce of my being, but I’m struggling with his alter ego Viper. I have been around the club my whole life and I have seen what these men will do to protect us and the club. They have to go to a place that is devoid of emotion so they can do what needs to be done.
What scares me is how easily Luca can slip into that place. As if he lives to be there. Like he craves the rush of punishing those who have wronged him or the club. So, where do I fit in? Can I accept this side of him? These are the questions I have been asking myself since I saw him become Viper, the Ace of Spades MC enforcer.
I still don’t have the answers.
Filling my cup for the third time this morning I turn to see Luca walking down the hall in nothing but a pair of jeans which are unbuttoned, I might add, walking straight to me. I move out of his way knowing he needs coffee as much as I do in the morning. He moves to me placing a kiss to my cheek which does two things simultaneously- makes me melt and pisses me off. Well, the later emotion wins out and he and I get into it.
After our argument and me nearly breaking his foot, I decide I need to drink and of course my sister joins me as we again try to forget that we love men that we can’t have.
Hours later I’m taking in the house as people from school and Hope Falls make their way into the house. Yep, you heard right folks. Saylor and I decided we didn’t want to have just another boring night of drinking alone, so we called up a few people and they called a few people and now the house is full.
Of course, Capone and Flame, who showed up after Luca left, threw a bitch fit but Saylor shut it down quickly. She is just as frustrated about this as I am, and we needed another outlet for all this built up tension. Since we can’t have sex with the men, we love to work it out, the next best thing is letting loose.
Chapter Eighteen
Viper
Waking before dawn, I slipped into Senna’s room. She really needs to use that fucking lock on her door. Her headphones are in her ears and she is sound asleep. I watch the way her chest rises and falls with each precious breath she takes into her lungs.
Pushing back a few strands of hair from her face her warmth is crazy hot to my hungry skin, her smell’s just as intoxicating as her taste. My body craves her again and again, taking her to the edge of her mind and back again. Why, why is the forbidden so captivating. I know she’s mad. I know she loves me. I know all of this and I want nothing more than to make her mine.
Picking up her phone and flicking it to unlock, fuck me, Senna has no password, no pin and me on my bike looking over my shoulder. When did she take this? I see in that moment that this is more than just a crush, she's a hurricane and I am in the middle of it.
I look at the playlist on her phone it’s all sad songs, sad love songs. She’s broken. I made her this way. I am the reason that she’s so fucking sad and hell bent on destroying her body with liquor because she’s stuck here with me. I know how hard it is for her. I see it each time she looks at me because I feel it too. We both just want to fall into this storm and get wiped away together.
I want her and she wants me but wanting her will end up in the rather fucking end of me. I want to save her from herself though. She needs to see that no matter what she thinks, knows, feels or how mad she is right now I want her just as fucking much as I always have. It’s killing me this not having, touching, kissing, fucking owing her.
So, I search up Seethers BrokenftAmy Lee and place it into her playlist. I push repeat so it will repeat this one song over and over. She will wake up and she will know it was me. I was here and I fucking need the hurricane that is Senna Austin.
Kissing her forehead, breathing her in, she mummers in her sleep. As she rolls slightly, her hand falls from the blanket gliding down my thigh. My thick jeans feel like they aren't even on me as her heat sears a path of fire over my skin. That one small moment has my demons begging to taste her.
“Fuck me, Senna, what am I going to do?” I breath out to her sleeping body. Pulling my hungry eyes from her body I step from the room. If I stayed any longer, I would have hopped into that bed and fucking made sweet love to her body.
Grabbing my helmet and boots from the couch I walk down the hallway flicking Flame a text to let him know I'm out and he's in. Tag team this crazy women who drives us both insane, me well for different reasons. My best friend knows that, so he knows she is to be watched like a precious black diamond. She just annoys him like a little sister would, well I should say she torments him. Looking up as I place my phone in the inside pocket of my cut, I am greeted by Capone exiting a Saylor’s bedroom.
“Lost, brother?” I ask him. He freezes in place. I see the mental war he's having with making up a lie or telling me the truth.
“Viper, brother, um, yeah.” he turns his face red his body shaking, “I thought it was my room. bit lost you know half asleep and all just looking for the pisser.”
Nodding at him while placing my gloves on my hands “Easy to do brother.” Slapping my hand on his shoulder “Hold the fort, yeah? I'm out for a bit. Flame is coming to watch Senna.” The look of relief on his face says it all. I know what he's up too and I plan on pulling him up but right now I need a breather.
