Viper
Senna's arm wrapped tight around my waist as we head back to the clubhouse. Fuck nowhere is safe o take them This pace though at least its full of men and guns. Men though drunken men and prospects like we have Four chapters in to help with this fucking war that is rolling in on us. The Mexicans fuck me they are crazy.
I had just gotten inside when the first shot had rung out. All I can think as she clings to me, her scent engulfing me, was what if I wasn't there? What if she got hit? What if they took her? I have a feeling that I am unsure what to do with fear. It’s fear that something that I really fucking like, well love, could be hurt, killed, taken.
This has me nervous, so fucking nervous. My walls are built thick. I stick my dick in chicks and don't even blink while leaving them on the floor. Be it at the club, a bar downtown, a seedy motel room. or a dirty bathroom floor. I am vile. I have scars, demons and nightmares, I have men after me for fucking their wives, killing their brothers or removing, extracting, confiscating, blowing uptheir drugs, homes, guns, money, clubs. You name it, I’ve done it.
Senna though, Senna has me feeling shit. Has me wanting to be better, to not be that guy. To like, well love, to her and only her. I just hope she's ready for the ride.
The clubhouse was quiet when we pulled up. Just a few die-hards sitting around drinking and playing cards. Most of the guys out in the garage, or down at the strip club we own on the same side of town as my gym. A few guys will be there too, working out no doubt.
The day is slowly fading as the sun starts its downward drop into the cusp of the skyline. I had left here only two hours ago sorting out the plan for this fucking warehouse job. If that Mexican bastard is behind the drive by on the safe house, I will personally take care of him for good.
Mrs Austin along with my mom and sister are at the bar as we walk in. Mrs Austin walked up to her girls. She inspects them for any damage, scratches, cuts, scraps, marks and holes.
“No Holes, Mrs A,” I say kissing her cheek.
“Luca, oh sweet lord, you’re bleeding,” She says concerned.
“That's not from today, Mrs A,” I say to her trying to hide my eyes by looking above her head.
“It was Ace wasn't it? He knows, doesn't he?” she doesn’t fuck around with her words. I know she has known that I have loved the girl’s way before all of this growing up shit happened. But I know she sees that my love for Senna is different.
I just nod about to open my mouth, but I'm interrupted by Ace. He whips his hands out pulling his daughters close to him, kissing each cheek over and over. As they complain about being shot up and moved out and having to even go there in the first place, I shake my head. At least you’re fucking alive I murmur under my breath low enough, so no one hears me.
“Fuck, could have been worse suck it up girls,” I hear him say as I walk to the bar. Leaning over I crack me a cold Bud and fall into one of the oversized couches. The adrenaline leaving my body and a wave of tiredness washes over me in its place.
My eyes are heavy, my arm fucking aches, and I have a constant pounding inside my brain.
“We need to talk,” Ace says as my dad lets go of Lane and mom sits down next to me.
“Let me see that arm, son.’ Her sweet voice is a welcome calm to the chaos that is inside my mind right now.
Slipping my arm out of my cut, the sleeve of my tee is caked in blood. Some dry, some still wet. It sticks to my arm causing me to suck a deep breath through my teeth as mom pulled the top away and undid the bandage.
“Lane, some hot water, Iodine and clean bandages please,” her eyes fall to Ace’s as Mrs A comes over to look over her shoulder
“Was this really necessary Sam?” her eyes burned into his.
“Well, yes, it was,” he snaps out rubbing a hand over his face.
“Really, no other way than that?” my mom says as Lane places down the steaming bowl of water dropping a few drops of Iodine into it, making it turn a rusty orange.
“Well, he broke a fucking law and that required action,” his tone is annoyed. As he looks at me, I hold up my one hand
“Don't look at me. I ain’t complaining. I just think that if I had slept with her then, yup, fair call to shoot me,” his eyes widen as my mom’s eyes glare into his.
“He hadn't even slept with her yet,” my dad bellows behind Ace. He stiffens and turns, “and you still shot him.” My dad is past angry at this point. I can see it in his eyes. He's stressed out that we are under fire and a pending war from a gun deal that they didn't really think through.
“In my defense, the dude said so and well that law has been passed down for years upon years through clubs,” he looks around past my father at the girls.
“You could have just asked me dad,” Senna says, her eyes sad and her cheeks red.
“Love-” she cuts him off. “Your laws are stupid and so are you,” her eyes burn with anger as Ace steps forward toward her and Saylor.
“Save it dad, we don't wanna hear it,” they both turn on their heels and head up the stairs to the room above us. Their wing. Their safe place in a world that commands havoc and bloodshed.
I watch her walk up the stairs and I can't help but wonder what is going on through that head of hers. We haven't even had a chance to talk about last night or anything before it all turned to thismess.
