“What the fuck are you doing here?” Josey snarls at Saylor from across the bar. Saylor might be girly, but she can throw down.
“None of your business, bitch,” Saylor growls in reply. ‘Why don’t you go suck a dick, since that’s all you’re good at.”
Callie and Mal chuckle and Josie glares at them. The girls quickly look down, as if they’re ashamed that they got caught laughing. I mean it’s true, the only time I like Josey is when she has a dick in her mouth. The quiet is nice.
“Don’t start your shit Josey. Just drink a few and wait for the brothers. I’m sure they will need your services after church,” I say as I lock eyes with her. I’m hoping the bleach she uses on her hair hasn’t soaked into her head causing brain damage and she gets my drift. A look of understanding crosses her face as she grabs her drink walking over to the couch where Kimmie has planted her skinny ass.
“Forget her and if she gives you shit, let me know,” I tell Callie and Mal. They nod and I go back to preparing for the guys. Minus the one I’m never prepared for. Since we have a visiting club, the whores and hang-arounds, who will be rolling in shortly, will be all over the brothers looking for a good time. I groan inwardly knowing it’s going to be a shitty night for me. Another night of torture.
Chapter Three
Viper
The whole time in church all I could think of was Senna and how I wanted it to be her in my bed earlier. Also, how tonight I have to watch pain flood her stunning green eyes. I have to have the club girls all over me as much as I can't stand to be near them and their fake ass perfume and bleach blonde hair, dressed like strippers gone wrong after a seven-day-long strip convention. For appearances I have to because loving Senna from afar compared to loving her publicly is a whole different game.
The sister chapter is in for the ride to keep this gun deal. I have a nasty feeling about it. Tonight, though, I have to blow up two meth labs on the outskirts of San Antonio. That shit always kills the demons.
Slinking back into the leather couch, in the far-right hand pocket of the club house, I watch the drunken antics begin. Folding my leg up on my knee I tap my free hand on my boot while the other raises my glass to the bar where I feel Senna’s eyes burning into me like fire.
She walks over. I smell her before I see her winking as she hands me my glass. It's straight Jameson with a wedge of lime, she knows me well and honestly that scares me.
“Oh, my god, don't wink at me, Luca.” I watch as her thighs clench at the effect just me winking has on her.
“Oh, Sen, you know I can't help but tease.” This time I wiggle my brows up at her.
“You’re not allowed to do that.” Her hand falls to her hip.
Rolling my tongue inside the rim of my glass, sucking back the lime-laced whiskey I respond, “I will, I did, and I can.” I wink again knowing damn well I shouldn’t play with her but it’s, well… shit, it’s fucking fun. My eyes fall to her pouty lips with a sudden fleeting immoral moment. I lean forward as she leans down to collect the empties on the tabletop.
My stormy gray meets her moss green eyes, “Oh if only things were different Sen.” Courage is flowing inside my veins and Luca’s talking not Viper the snake of death. Just a boy in love with a girl.
She pulls back suddenly as tears mixed with fire fill in her beautiful eyes, “Oh yeah, if they were and you weren’t scared to take what’s yours.” Her icy words sent chills through me. “Don't play with me Luca. I can’t take much more.”
Running my hands through my hair, shocked at the fire in her “When the hell did you grow up, Princess?” I ask her.
She turns to walk away from me, gets two steps and she stops as Josey falls down beside me. The death glare she gives Senna fucks me off instantly. “Have some respect, yeah?” I bite out to the club slut.
“The day you stopped looking further than the whore on your dick.” The venom she fires hurts, I won't lie. She's always been mine, well secretly anyway. Everywhere I went, she followed and everywhere she went, I followed.
“Hey don't. Don't do that,” I call feeling small and well, fucked off.
“I’ll just get hurt in the end, won't I?” The arctic ice in her tone has me speechless.
“What's she on about, baby?” Josey’s high-pitched, fake as fuck voice hits me, pissing me off.
“Fuck off, Josey.” Downing my drink, I slam it on the table, smashing it into tiny shards. Josey squeals as my brothers look up and over towards me.
“Cleanup on aisle 6,” I bite out to her big green eyes boring into mine.
She pokes her tongue at me as I swipe Josey’s hand from the inside of my thigh; storming off through the club doors and out into the cool air. Pulling a smoke from my pocket I light it hastily, needing to calm down. I take a long drag on it, blowing the smoke out, watching it dance on the inky black air around me.
Flame walks toward me from the sheds wiping his hands down the thighs of his jeans. “What's got you so worked up, brother?” He picks my smoke from my mouth and takes a drag from it.
“Oh, flag that, no need to answer. It’s Senna, isn't it?” Snapping my eyes to his, taking back my smoke, I slide down the wall pulling my knees up to my chest.
“Fuck, Bro. NO!” I bite out he slides down and joins me instead, taking my smoke back off me that I was enjoying. Sharing really isn't in me butI offer him my pack.
“You read my mind like I do yours, Brother. I know you’re hot for her. Have been since forever and she’s the same for you.”
