“Nope just your daughters are wanting some of Mrs H’s hampers. You know with all that girly shit. I just came to grab some. That ok, boss.” he asks. Ace’s features soften slightly. He's all mush when it comes to them.
“Oh, and Viper and Senna? Nothing’s happened, but you would be fucking lucky if he wives her up coz then no matter what she will be safe, always.’ he bites out my eyes snapping to his.
“What the fuck” I bite out punching him in the arm.
“Well its fucking true, isn't it.” he says looking at me while rubbing his arm. Flame and I were brothers before this club, before he knew I was a club kid. He came into it with me from school. We went through all of school together and then he proved his place and gained a patch saving me from an ambush one night when we were out. Shooting the guy right between the eyes.
“Bro, you didn't need to say that.” my eyes narrow on him as I hear the click of Ace’s gun fuck it.
“Well isn't this what this little Mexican standoff is all about.” Flame smiles at me and then Ace. He’s getting me back for the time when we were kids and I shot him in the ass while we were target shooting out in the field behind the club. Fucking dick, I'm going to shoot him again and this time will be in his dick.
“Trust. I gave you trust, and you know I don't trust easily. You have gone and broken that trust.” Ace specks to me and Flame now with primal authority.
“You think that Senna is a game? Do you think she can handle the dark that comes with you Viper?” his gun moves from my chest to my head. “You’re one of the best enforcers I have ever had. You get shit done; kill, remove, reload so what makes you think I want Senna with someone like you. My daughter, my baby around the toxicnightmares that will come with loving you?”
Biting the inside of my cheek I forget that Ace knows me better than even my father. He knows the demons I live with, the shadows that follow me. “So, what am I meant to do, huh.” snapping my eyes from Flame to him
“Flame, you can leave and take the food to my girls.” Wow, ok, has he got like bipolar or something. He's all nice and calm voice, all smooth and peaceful. “I think that-”
“You don't get to think here, Viper.” he yells at me taking a step closer the gun still raised. “You have broken a law that’s what not thinking has done to you.” he spits out with rage dancing behind his eyes.
“I actually have been thinking. I haven’t fucked Senna. I have been pushing her away for years.” I say to him. His eyes go from rage to a full-blown Hulk moment as the gun slams into my skull, the cool barrel pressing in the middle of my forehead.
“Oh, so you have been mocking her then have you. What, she’s not good enough, Viper, for you?” what the fuck. Bipolar, he definitely is fucking bipolar. “You have been playing with the president's daughter. Breaking laws, but she's not good enough for you to acknowledge.”
Oh my god, is that a rhetorical question, cause I’m not even trying to answer that. Any which way I answer will end up with me getting a bullet and I didn’t even get my dick wet with Senna, just my fingers. Fucking hell. But I'm not sorry about it, cause at the end of it all it’s her eyes that pull me back from the dark. Loving her is hard. I wish it wasn't that it was simple. Like right now I wish we weren't in a club where rules are in place for reasons like this. The gun goes from my head to my leg back to my head and down again to my leg and then my arm. Flame eyes me as he walks out with fuck knows what in a basket.
“Arm or Leg,” looking at him and then the gun. “Better choose fast, Viper, before I do both,” he says raising his voice above a normal level having it ricocheting on the walls in the room. “Well, A-” before I can get the answer out, he fires his round right into my arm. The shot echoes around us inside the building bouncing off the walls.
“AH, FUCK,” I roar out. Pain radiates up my arm and neck, a burning red pain. Grabbing the wound that has grazed along my flesh the bullet is in the wall across from me. My three brothers are on the ground with their hands over their heads. Yup, they could have worn a bullet through the skull. Ace really isn't thinking. The blood starts to gush down my arm onto my fingertips dripping on the floor in a pool.
“That blood is a symbol of the betrayal you’ve shown to me, to your family, and your brothers.” Ace states calm and collected, checking his gun before placing it in the holster inside his cut just under his shoulder.
“As I tried to tell you before, Prez, I didn't... haven't slept with Senna.” My eyes meet his narrowing. I’m fucking pissed right now.
“Well you got off easy then, didn't you? Because you will take her innocence, won't you?” Shaking my head as he steps dangerously close to me, I’m fucking on edge now. The dude just shot me.
“You have now taken ownership of my daughter. I want to let you know that if a hair on her head gets touched for any one of your sins the next bullet will be in your fucking head.” It takes all my inner strength to not to tell him to fuck off and listen to me for once, but he’s pulled the gun back out fast and is pointing it back at me. Egging me on to say another word. Baiting me for another reason to take his irrational bullshit out on my ass.
“Oh, and Viper,” he says as he walks away tapping the gun on his thigh. “She will stay with you from now on. Wherever you are, she's right there with you,” the boys around us laugh out as Ace walks out of the clubhouse and Mrs H comes out with her medical bag.
“You boys all bugger off. Go and do something other than loiter here for gossip.” Shooing them away she pushes me toward the couch and sits me down. “It’s through and through so just a few stitches and you'll be right as rain,” her eyes find mine. I know she can see all sorts of shit dancing around inside them and I don't even have the energy to hide any of it. What's the point?
“What a mess,” she says to me looking up with a needle between her lips.
“You can say that again. I-” she cuts me off
“I know, Luca. I know you have loved her since you were 10 and she has loved you just as long.” Pulling a long sterile suture out of a packet she threads the needle
“Fuck, Mrs H,’ I holler out tensing up. “What the fuck was that.”
“Oh boy, that language. It was numbing spray and you’re lucky I'm using it,” her sweet voice cocoons around me.
“Well that shit hurts.” She hands me a rolled up white gauze.
“Here, bite that and be quiet.” her beautiful blue-gray eyes look into mine. “Oh, and Luca, you and Senna were made to love each other. She will walk with your dark. Believe me she's strong enough. Just trust.” With that she digs the needle into my skin as I bite down to stifle a scream
“God at least give that spray a chance to work,” mumbling around the thick gauze. Mrs H just laughs and goes about her business.
