Page 6 of Viper (The Dark Angel’s MC #4)

Viper – Age Twenty Seven

I heave a sigh as I place my hands on the shower wall, dropping my head as the water hits my aching body, the open cuts stinging, but I ignore it, enjoying the pain a little.

“Much better than the fucking heartbreak.” I mutter to myself as my chest tightens.

I’m full of bruises, but I can’t seem to make myself care.

Don’t get me wrong, I win my fights, but I allow my opponents to rough me up a little first, to help me try to forget the fucking pain, and slowly, very fucking slowly, I’m drowning.

“So you’re the patch chaser, huh? Was this what this was? Did you seek me out on purpose?”

I squeeze my eyes tight and tense my jaw.

I don’t know if it’s my whole life clouding my judgement, my mother, the women or if the woman I fell fucking madly, deeply in love with did use me for my cut.

Everyone says she didn’t, even her father, but my head won’t let me see any other situation right now. It doesn’t help that every time we see each other we do nothing but sling insults at one another. The love we once held is no longer in sight, and nothing but anger and hurt surrounds us.

I squeeze my eyes tight, Lake’s sweet smile coming back to me.

“Promise me you won’t hurt me,” Lake whispers in the night air outside her little one-bedroom bungalow, and I fucking melt as her eyes look at me full of love and innocence.

Tightening my hold around her waist, I pull her closer towards me before I gently caress her lips.

We’d just had a date, and it was fucking perfect, just her and I three towns over, so the brothers don’t question where my cut is. As always, she was all I could focus on in her knee-length white dress.

Did I picture her walking down the aisle to me in this dress? Yes, yes I did and it fucking scared the living shit outta me but I swallowed the emotion, ignored my racing heart and opened the passenger door to my Charger.

“I could never dream of hurting you, shorty,” I whisper against her lips, and she huffs at the nickname, making me smile before I kiss her harder.

Guess I lied to her, huh? I did hurt her, but she also hurt me.

Should I have told her I was in the club? Maybe, but a big part of me is glad I didn’t.

“She doesn’t even love him,” I hear whispered, and I shake my head, knowing it’s most likely a clubwhore bitching about a brother and his old lady.

Just as I’m about to walk around the corner to go to the common room, I freeze when I hear, “I swear, she doesn’t, she used him to get his cut so I could access his bank account. I always knew Lake would come in handy one day.” Cherri cackles, and anger shoots through me.

I sigh, trying to let the memories wash down the drain, but it isn’t fucking working.

After hearing Cherri’s phone call, which was apparently with her own mother, according to Venom, I lost it. I got drunk and then stupidly made out with Skylar’s old receptionist, who charged her clients more than what they owed, then pocketed the money.

So now, Sky hates me which just fucking sucks because she’s finally giving the club a chance after years of refusing for Anna’s sake. And Lake and I, we’re further apart than we ever were because of course Sky told her what I did and now I feel like I can’t fucking breathe and I’m drowning.

Was she a patch chaser?

Did I get it all wrong?

Did I basically cheat on her even though we’re not together?

I shake my head and for the hundredth time today, I ignore my rational thoughts, my hurt still consuming me, and grab my shower gel before another memory knocks me for six.

“Jaylen, what on earth are you doing?” Lake gasps as she spins my way, and fuck me, there is no better sight than my girl wet and lathered up in the shower, her nipples sticking up waiting to be sucked on.

“What does it look like I’m doing?” I murmur as I grab her ass and lift her, causing her to wrap her legs around my waist, her arms around my neck tightly, and I finish, “I’m enjoying a shower with my girl.”

Four months, that is how long we’ve been together, and I am fucking hooked on the girl.

I didn’t want an old lady. I thought just dating her would be enough, but it isn’t. I’m in love with her, and I don’t plan on letting her go.

As soon as I know she’s ready, I’ll be giving her my cut.

Lake giggles as I press her back up against her shower wall, and she gasps, “We’ll slip,” as I take her pebbled nipple into my mouth, gently sucking on it.

“Nah, shorty, I’ll never let you fall,” I murmur before nipping her nipple, then her soft breast, marking her.

“Smooth talker,” she moans as I wrap my lips around her other nipple, and I hum, not denying it.

Fuck…

I squeeze my eyes tight, trying to stop the memory from months ago, but my cock hardens like it always does when Lake comes to mind.

I give in, like I always do, and grip my cock tightly so it hurts, trying to punish myself for thinking of her again, but all it does is twitch, and I groan, slapping one hand on the shower wall while stroking myself.

I blindly find Lake’s entrance and thrust forward, taking her in one go.

“Jaylen…,” She moans and tightens her hold around my neck, and I let go of her delicious nipple and slam my lips against hers, needing to taste her.

She moans as our tongues connect and I pull my hips back, only leaving the tip in before thrusting forward again, gaining a rhythm.

I stroke my hand quicker, my spine already tingling, my balls tightening with the need to come.

I tilt my hips, needing her to come, my body already wound up seeing her in the shower, and she throws her head back, breaking the kiss as her walls begin to flutter around my cock. The sensation fucking magical, and I latch onto her neck, biting it hard.

My cum paints the shower wall out of nowhere, and I squeeze my dick a few more times to get every last drop down the drain before my jaw ticks as I realize what I’ve just done yet again. I quickly wash it away, my anger taking over.

When in the fuck will I get over her?

“Fucking never by the looks of things,” I sigh before I continue to wash, knowing I’ve got church in ten.

***

“Alright, the next club run with the Carnage MC, Cage said he’ll meet four hours in between each club this time, Venom, who's going?” Blade says as he looks at Venom from the head of his seat, and I quickly butt in, “I’m going,” before Venom can deny me, and everyone sighs but doesn’t argue with me.

Every club run, I go, I need to get out of town, away from the heartbreak, even if it’s just for a few hours.

“Are you sure that’s a good idea?” Fury asks cautiously, and I raise a brow and remind him, “You have to be there for Sky, Tate, and Anna, Psycho has to be there for Ivy and their son, so it only makes sense that I go.”

He swallows but nods once knowing not to argue with me. I’m running from my pain, they know it, and I know it, but it’s all I can do right now.

“Okay, Venom, Medic, Viper, and I will go this time with two prospects in the van,” Blade says before any arguments can take place, then looks at me and asks, “How’s Angel’s Girls?”

I nod and reply, “Good, revenue is still up, and I’ve employed three more girls, two for dancing, one for behind the bar, and the girls are still arguing over who gets center stage.”

The brothers laugh and Blade nods, then looks at Psycho, who says, “The tattoo shop is also doing well, plenty of customers,” and I zone out now my part is done while ignoring the concerned looks from my dad, like I always do when we’re in church.

The old-timers who used to be part of the club join the meeting every time, and normally, I don’t mind but having Dad scrutinize my every move is becoming difficult.

Fuck, why does my heart have to hurt so fucking much, why did I have to say yes to that drink...

“You done yet?” I hear Randy ask an hour later as I walk out of the clubhouse and head for my bike and I tense.

The brothers wanted me to stay for a drink, but honestly, I can’t be bothered.

Luna would try to talk to me about Lake and I really don’t want to snap at my president's old lady. She’s been through a lot and is now pregnant with twins, something that shouldn’t have been able to happen, and is at high risk of losing them, so she doesn’t need the stress.

Shaking my head when I get to my bike, I turn my head towards Randy as I climb on my Harley, and he raises a brow at me as I ask, “Done with what?”

“Ruining everything you had with my daughter over fear,” he replies, and my jaw ticks at his smirk.

I don’t know how I didn’t see it before.

While Lake has Cherri’s red hair and dark green eyes, she has Randy’s features.

I shake my head and mutter, “I’m not doing this with you, Randy,” and he scoffs, “Oh, but you can do it when I’m busy underneath a hood, right?”

I growl, “What the fuck do you want from me?”

“For you to go and make it right with my daughter! You fucking love her, Viper, you're drowning without her, so why in the hell won’t you fight for her?” he snaps back as the door opens, gaining my attention, and I see Blade and Fury standing by it, watching, most likely to be sure I don’t kill their temporary mechanic.

He’s already quit because of me, meaning everyone in the club is pissed and I guess they don’t want him dead as well. Though he's also pissed at them for the shit they've said about his daughter.

“I don’t need to fight for her, she’s doing pretty fine without me,” I mutter, knowing there’s truth to my words.

She has her partner.

Her laughing at him the other day comes to mind, and I swallow the jealousy.

Randy scoffs, “No, she fucking isn’t. At the moment, son, she’s using her anger as a defense.

She’s using it to cloud over the heartbreak she’s feeling, and as soon as that anger disappears, she’ll fucking fall.

You are the love of her fucking life, and you need to realize that before it’s too late.

” I shake my head and switch my bike on, the engine purring before he asks, “Does she know that you don’t touch clubwhores? Never have?”

My jaw ticks and I glare at him before snapping, “No, and she isn’t going to know either.”

He chuckles darkly, “So you’re just going to allow her to believe that you really fucked her mother, then, huh?”

I flinch unintentionally. I only said it out of anger when she asked if I fucked Cherri.

I just realized that she may have been using me, but as soon as she said she was her mother, I instantly regretted lying to her about it.

I’m not stupid, I know my admitting to fucking the bitch when I haven’t most likely tore us apart instantly in that moment.

Not the fact that I kept that I’m a brother from her, or she kept the fact that she was friends with Ivy from me.

Maybe that’s why I held onto claiming her to be a patch chaser, to hide the guilt I felt when I saw the absolute pain in her beautiful, dark green eyes.

Growing up, we were always told Cherri’s daughter would be exactly like her, a patch chaser.

A label already slapped across her forehead like a scarlet letter without anyone even meeting her and I believed it.

Now, I’m so fucking torn because of the girl I got to know.

I fell in love with her and now I don’t know what to believe.

“Fuck this,” I mutter, refusing to answer his question, knowing Lake will lose it if she knew the truth and not wanting to face that right now.

Fuck, my head is all over the place.

I back up from my spot as Randy snaps, “Answer the fucking question, Viper,” but I ignore him and drive out of the parking lot, towards the gate the prospect opens just in time knowing Blade will get Medic, formally known as Cain to follow so I don’t miss the formation in two hours before we leave.

Maybe I should go nomad, become a brother that goes from one MC to another for a while...