Page 16 of Viper (The Dark Angel’s MC #4)

Viper

I slowly swirl my scotch in my glass, eyeing it while ignoring the brothers and hang-arounds partying behind me, cheering on the girls as they strip, most hoping to catch a brother's eye.

I’m at Dark Angel’s Girls for Trent, a prospect's birthday, something I didn’t want any part in. Especially while I’m trying to figure out my routes when I leave in two days, something Blade is not aware of. Babysitting drunk idiots is not on my list of things to do right now.

Dad will take over from me until I return, although he is not aware of that either.

I sigh, taking a sip of my drink, liking the burn it gives while wanting to hit Psycho for dragging me into this shit tonight. He called and demanded I help him with the party, using the fact that I’m manager as an excuse while also saving Fury’s ass from a beating for yesterday’s shit.

Fucker has been dodging me.

The hurt in Lake’s gorgeous dark green eyes still haunts me. I shouldn’t have gone off on her the way I did, lied to her about loving her. The woman is my fucking life, something I never wanted but got because of how amazing she is, and I tore her apart.

I didn’t just do it to get her to continue school, something I am extremely proud of her for doing, but I also did it to keep us apart.

“I love you…”

Her whispered words echo in my head, and I sigh again.

I’m never going to get over her, am I?

Shaking my head, I take another sip of my drink and twist on my stool, facing the mayhem the men are getting themselves into. I raise a brow seeing Skull, a brother, sucking on Bubbles’ tit while fingering her. She’s my best dancer, who looks to be having the time of her life.

“Great,” I mutter.

His wife is going to fucking kill her, and I’m going to have to find a new lead dancer that can bring in the revenue like she does, then Skull will find himself being served with divorce papers.

Some old ladies look the other way when their men cheat. Heck, they sometimes fuck around as well to take revenge, whereas others, like his wife, don’t look the other way, just like Anna, Blade’s mama, who is trying to learn to forgive Brick, and they leave.

Psycho’s mama did the same thing and left Pitbull as soon as his sister Mia moved abroad. Years later, after Pitbull realized that fucking around won’t get his wife back, she finally gave him another chance. While they aren’t living together yet, Pitbull stays with her a lot.

“There is no fucking way you managed to get her to drop her panties for you,” I hear a guy laugh, and I roll my eyes while Bubbles screams out her orgasm and Skull grins widely, his pupils dilated.

Oh great, so it was a drunken thing.

“I swear, I’m not lying, I did her from behind at The Dive,” another gloats with urgency. I quickly finish my scotch, adamant to spend the rest of the evening in my office, especially before Skull realizes what he’s just done to his missus.

I need to get shit sorted so my dad can take over from me.

“Nah,” another chimes in, “there is no way she would let you touch her, I heard she was dating a brother to get his cut.”

I pause. What fucking woman is dating a brother to get his cut?

I frown, not able to think of anyone, well, no one whose an officer. Medic isn’t seeing anyone, Venom only has eyes for Raya who wants fuck all to do with him, though they’ll both deny it and me, well, my heart is in shatters because Lake and I didn’t fucking communicate like we should have.

Unless they mean a different club…

“I swear to fuck, I fucked Cherri’s daughter at The Dive in the hallway,” the guy gloats as Psycho stops near me and his mouth drops hearing the fuckers words while I squeeze my glass in my fist as I slowly turn my head to see who spoke.

A medium-built guy with dark brown hair and blond highlights in a man bun grins widely with pride as his friends stare at him in disbelief.

“Nah,” a bald guy replies, refusing to believe it, and he says, “I get people say she’s like Cherri, but I’ve seen this girl around town. She doesn’t look at any man who tries to pay her any attention. She seems sweet, not the kind for a quick fuck.”

No, there is no fucking way Lake allowed this jackass to touch her, not when my hands were the only ones that had touched her intimately.

“It was all a lie. I could never love a whore.”

My words haunt me from yesterday, and bile rises as the soon-to-be-dead man grins wide and replies, “Well, she did, I mean she was slashed off her face, but still, I fucked her hard and fast last night, and guys, she is tight, very fucking tight.”

I squeeze my hand tighter before the glass smashes, but no one notices, either too drunk or the music too loud, while the fucker states, “I can even prove it and not just because of what she was wearing, but I have it on video. She didn’t moan or anything, but I won’t take it personally, the woman could barely stand. ”

“What the fuck, you filmed her without her consent?” the bald guy snaps, “You know the Dark Angel’s won’t let you join if they know that!”

The idiot chuckles as I slowly stand, unable to stop my anger as he states, “They’ll never find out, and besides, she probably won’t remember it. I double-gloved, you know, with her being Cherri’s daughter, though I have to say, she felt so much fucking better.”

His friends shake their heads and walk away while he laughs, “Oh come on, it was consensual, she told me to take her, well, slurred it anyhow and I–”

His words cut off as I grip the back of his neck and he freezes seeing Psycho standing beside him, full of anger while me, I’m ready to snap his fucking neck right here, not giving a shit who is around.

He fucked my girl, my fucking girl!

See, this is why I need to go, because I can’t watch her be with someone else, and unless I can get my head straight, that's what's going to happen. Last night she wasn’t fully aware of her actions and that's my fault.

“H-Hey Psycho,” the guy stutters.

“Got some gloating going on, have we, Joey?” Psycho replies coldly, and the guy trembles in my hold. Without a word, I grip the back of his neck tighter and drag him towards the hallway.

Not once does he struggle, not stupid enough, and I have to tell yah, I’m fucking glad I convinced Blade to build a torture chamber underneath the strip club.

“Blade, we have a problem, get to the strip club,” I hear Psycho say and the guy stutters, “I-I please,” but I ignore him as Dirty, who I didn’t see follow us, unlocks the door next to my office and I drag the fucker, Joey, down the steps.

Dirty opens the next metal door and I shove the fucker hard, he trips into the soundproof room, his body trembling as he looks around, seeing his fate.

“So,” I say as I remove my cut, handing it to Psycho, “you like to fuck women who are so drunk they can’t give accurate consent?”

He swallows as he stands, his jeans wet from where he’s pissed himself.

This fucker touched what I claimed a year ago, and now, he’s signed his death warrant.

I slowly stalk him as he backs up with his hands up and he stammers, “She-she said y-yes…”

“You said she was intoxicated,” I remind him, and he shakes his head and lies, “I, I was just playing with the guys…”

Psycho cuts in and admits, “Venom sent me the footage from The Dive. Brother, Lake could barely keep her body upright, and when she left, she was in tears.”

The wet patch spreads as his eyes widen, and I tilt my head at him, an evil smirk slowly etching on my face as I stalk over to him. His back hits the wall, and without a word, I pull my fist back before connecting it with his jaw, causing him to stumble into the soundproof wall.

“I, she consented,” he pleads as he clutches his jaw, and I get in his face and growl, “Consent also means coherent, which she was not!” I punch him again, this time in the stomach, making him cough and fall to his knees before my boot connects with it next, and he screams, “Please, she said yes!”

The more he reminds me she agreed, even if she was off her face, the more my anger builds because I know this was my fault. She wouldn’t have gotten fucked up if I weren’t such a prick.

Fuck, I vomited when I licked Kitty, and she actually fucked someone so god knows how she feels right now.

Letting my anger take over, I rain my fists on the fuckers face, ensuring not to let up, unable to.

I hear a crunch, and I know I broke the dicks nose, but I don’t stop even as his pleas disappear, his apologies, his admitting to slipping her a little something in her drink, and his body goes limp.

His face is well passed unrecognizable and I continue to hit over and over, blood splattering on my face.

I don’t lose steam, my anger clouding everything, this fucker touching the woman I love while she was intoxicated, taking over everything.

“Fuck,” I hear Blade, “How long has he been hitting him like that for?”

Psycho murmurs, “Ten minutes and he hasn’t slowed.”

“Fuck,” Blade repeats before I feel hands pulling me back, but I shove them away and hit Joey again before I’m yanked back and Blade gets in my face and snaps, “He’s dead, brother…”

I breathe heavy and fist my hands to stop myself from hitting my best friend, my president while he looks over my features with concern and I breathe heavy.

“Okay,” he says with a nod, “End of next month, Fury is marrying Skylar at the club, I want you back by then.”

I don’t react, my body numb.

“I know you were planning on going, I know you were setting up for your dad to take over from you for a while. So go, but your ass better be back here for that wedding otherwise Skylar will kill you,” Blade continues before Dirty asks, “You sure about this, Prez? He’s just killed a guy with his bare hands, though he did deserve it, and when Randy finds out, fuck, his friends better run, is all I’m going to say. ”

Blade doesn’t look away from me as he replies, “Yeah I’m sure, he needs this. I may not like it but it needs to be done because he’s exploding right before our eyes,” then he says to me, “Go wash your face and get packed, I’ll keep the club busy until you’re gone so no one can stop you.”

I nod once, and without a word, I turn and walk to the door, grabbing my cut from Psycho without looking at him and walking out.

I turn left, heading to the sink as I put my cut on, suddenly glad I’ve got a black tee on and I wash my hands and face, scrubbing off the blood, watching as it goes down the drain before I dry myself then without a single word, I walk back up the stairs feeling their eyes on me.

“Hey Viper, baby,” I hear as I walk into the club, half-naked women dancing, enticing men around.

I turn my head to the bar and see Kitty smirking from where she’s sat next to fucking Cherri of all people, who is licking her bottom lip at me. I shake my head before walking out of the strip club, knowing I can’t kill two more people.

I need to go grab my shit and leave before I explode, the vision of her baring herself for him filling my vision, and the urge to kill someone again heightens.

Yeah, it’s time to leave.