Page 8 of Viper (The Dark Angel’s MC #4)

Viper

I slowly lick my bottom lip as I watch Venom take cash from Knuckles, the Carnage MC’s Treasurer, who has beef with me. I’m leaning against my bike instead of over there talking shit with them while Medic follows the club van back home.

I keep beating Knuckles in the ring, which pisses him off, especially when he’s one hell of a fighter, and I really can’t be fucked for a rematch right now.

He mock-glares my way, and I smirk as Venom chuckles, then speaks to him, getting his attention. He points two fingers at his eyes, then at me, which makes me snort.

Like I said, I’d prefer to stay over here.

Knowing my luck, I’d allow him to beat me to a pulp, especially after I checked my phone when we got here. It’s currently burning a hole in my pocket, the missed call from a number I can’t seem to make myself block is still on my notifications.

Seeing her earlier this morning, working on a child, I knew she’d need someone, but I also knew I couldn’t be that someone, so I called Ivy.

So much fucking hurt, the lies, the betrayal, it’s too much between us right now, and I can’t risk it turning even more toxic than it already has.

I sigh. The whole point of doing these runs is to stop thinking about her, but it’s not working, and that just pisses me the fuck off.

“Do you think about me much?” Lake asks out of the blue, and I side eye her while stirring the sauce she is supposed to be cooking for us, but instead she’s leaning against the counter watching me in nothing but my shirt, her hair up in a messy bun.

Fuck me, she’s gorgeous.

“Why do you ask?” I question as I turn the sauce down, then move so I’m standing in front of her, and she has to tilt her head to look at me.

She clears her throat before saying quietly, “I was just curious…”

I smirk as I grip her hips, then lift her onto the counter, making her gasp, before I stand between her legs. Cupping her cheek, I ask, “Do you think of me a lot, shorty?”

Her cheeks redden with a blush that I fucking love, and she admits, “I do, but I don’t know if it’s healthy.”

Fuck, this girl is too sweet for me.

I lean forward and gently kiss her lips, caressing them before I whisper, “I think of you every second of every hour of every day you are not with me.”

She melts into me, her upper body sagging against me as she presses her lips against mine, and I sigh with contentment before pushing my tongue into her mouth as my cock hardens.

I think dinner may get cold…

I squeeze my eyes tight. She’s my one, I know this, I understand this, but fuck….

The shit I said to her, have said over the past few months since finding out Cherri was her mama, the shit she’s said to me…

“I swear, Viper, you put one disease-riddled finger on me, I’ll punch you hard,” Lake threatens me when I go to grab her arm so she doesn’t cause shit.

Blade wants to speak to his sister, so I’m here to drag her away, so she doesn’t have a choice, but she moves, and I won’t allow her to get in between them, I fucking refuse it.

Without thinking, I run my mouth and reply, “If anyone is diseased, then it would be you, you know, considering who your mother is.”

“Ah fuck, he’s done it now,” I hear Psycho mumble as Lake’s face reddens with anger.

Fuck I really shouldn’t have said that…

What the fuck was I thinking?

“Well, you not only screwed Cherri but also made out with Caitlyn, and considering you are the only man I’ve ever been with, I guess I do need to get myself tested, huh?” she sneers before looking at Skylar while I flinch.

“I’ll be back once the dogs have been removed,” she says to Skylar, and my jaw tenses as she links arms with Raya, Ivy’s best friend, and they both walk out.

Mother fucker!

My phone rings, getting me out of my bad fucking memories, and I clear my throat and grab it. Seeing it’s Psycho, I answer, putting the phone to my ear.

“She lost the kid,” Psycho states, not giving me a chance to speak.

Fuck.

I swallow hard, looking down at my feet, trying to ignore the urge to call her. It fucking explains why she called me, though. I told her she can always contact me, but I guess I lied.

Feels like I lied about a lot of things to her, just like she did with me.

He continues, “She was five and was run over in a hit and run, died at the scene after Lake spent twenty minutes doing CPR with the kid's mother begging her not to stop, even accused her of killing her daughter when she did stop.”

Double fuck.

“Is she alright?” I ask quietly, my stomach tightening.

“No,” he answers honestly, and I squeeze my eyes tight.

He continues, “Ivy is setting the guest room up. She uh, fuck brother,” he sighs, “her anger is going and her pain, everything that has happened between you two, it’s coming out.

I overheard her tell Cupcake she feels lost and confused before she broke down in tears. ”

I fist my hand, my stomach tightening.

I fucking hate that she’s falling apart, but there’s no going back for us.

“Promise me you will always love me, shorty,” I whisper against her lips, and she smiles softly as she runs her fingers through my sweaty hair, our naked chests pressed together, my cock deep inside her, feeling fucking amazing.

“You’re my forever, Jaylen,” she whispers back before kissing me, and I melt into her, molding our bodies together.

I said I never wanted an old lady, I said we’ll just date, but I lied, I fucking need her tied to me always.

“She tried calling you, Jaylen,” Psycho says, using my legal name, bringing me out of the past, and I swallow.

“I know,” I admit, “but she can’t rely on me anymore, Jax.”

“Why?” he asks with frustration, “You love her, she loves you, why not talk all the shit out and just be happy. It isn’t like you fucking cheated on her or vice versa, you just kept the fact you were a brother because of our history within the club and she didn’t mention her mama’s name or the fact she was friends with Ives. ”

“Because I called her a whore and a patch chaser,” I admit quietly, “Because too much hurt and pain is between us and because I lied and said I fucked her mother when I haven’t touched one clubwhore. That bitch Lacey doesn’t count, she was just a hang-around at that point.”

“Good fucking riddance to that bitch,” he mutters, and I hum in agreement.

After around four days of being held in our torture chambers, Fury killed her, something he was trying not to do for Tate’s sake. But, not only did the woman never pay attention to her daughter unless Fury was around, she drugged her, kidnapped her, then stabbed Anna, trying to get to his woman.

“Look, this is for the best, brother, believe me, it is. After everything, there’s no coming back from it.

Fuck, I made out with another woman, I harassed her dad and honestly, a small part of me still believes she used me, and that feeling, it won’t go away, so I’ll never trust her,” I reluctantly admit as Blade and Cage walk my way and I mutter, “Look, I’ve got to go, just make sure she’s alright and call Randy if need be. ”

I hang up before he can say anything else.

Am I upset he isn’t on my side, that he thinks I need to give her and I another chance? Not really, I just know this is for the best.

“Viper,” Cage says, and I give him a head nod and reply, “Good to see you, Cage.”

“Was that Psycho on the phone?” Blade asks, and I nod and confirm, “She lost the kid.”

He winces and mutters, “Fuck,” while Cage questions, “What kid?”

I sigh as Blade explains, “His uh, well, our mechanic's daughter is an EMT and was called out to a kid.”

Cage frowns, his dark brown eyes staring at me, and I reluctantly state, “A five-year-old little girl, hit by a hit and run, and unfortunately died despite Lake trying her hardest to save her while the mother pleaded behind her not to let her daughter die.”

My chest tightens again as Cage curses and I chew my bottom lip, remembering the time he went nomad.

I need space, I need to leave.

My anger is consuming me, and I’m getting jaded. Every time I see Lake, I know what we could have had, I see what I lost because of our lies and nasty words, and I end up taking that anger out on her, causing a bigger rift.

“Hey Cage, you went nomad for a while right?” I ask, and Blade looks at me sharply, already seeing where I’m heading.

Cage raises a dark brow at me and states, “Yeah, for a year before taking over. I spent too much time fucking around and going inside one too many times, so nomad was the best option for me at the time. Why?”

I swallow hard before admitting, “I’m thinking that may be what I need at the moment.”

He nods in understanding, while my President, my best friend, scowls hard, but I ignore him.

He may not like it, but it’s what's best before I explode, and no one wants to see that. They don’t call me Viper because I kiss fucking puppies. I’m ruthless and when mad, I don’t think about anything but what pissed me off and ruin everything in my path until I get my revenge.

Cage clears his throat and says, “It fixed me up, helped with my emotions, heck, I even met my old lady on the road, so if that is what you need, my doors are always open for a night when you’re on the road.”

I nod in thanks while Blade vibrates next to me, but really, he should have seen this coming. He knows what it's like to live without his love, and he also knows I won’t be getting mine back.

I pull up outside the clubhouse nearly five hours later, coming back as per protocol, but don’t climb off my bike. I don't need the lecture I know I’m going to get from Blade.

For the whole four hours and forty-five minutes back home, he’s ridden side by side with me.

Some brothers come out to welcome us back, Luna right in front, her stomach getting bigger and bigger by the day with her twins, but Blade ignores them all as he snaps, “Viper, my office now!” shocking everyone.

I shake my head and state, “No can do, Prez, I have a fight to train for,” before revving my bike and speeding out.

“ Viper!” Blade shouts as I drive out of the gate before the prospect can shut it, with one place in mind.

I need someone to hit me hard in the face, I need to numb this fucking pain.

“Jaylen,” Lake giggles as she runs away from me, and I state, “You started this, shorty,” and rush after her into her living area, butt fucking naked and cold, might I add.

The little minx decided to turn the shower cold, claiming it’s the same feeling when I climb into bed with her and put my cold feet on her.

Fucking bullshit.

Lake runs around her coffee table in nothing but my shirt, and I quickly wrap my arm around her waist, yanking her to me, and she squeals as I lose my footing and we fall to the floor, my body taking the brunt of it as a grunt leaves me. She laughs her ass off, making me grin.

“I fucking love you,” I choke on a laugh, and she replies, “I love you too,” before turning her head, and I meet her, my lips crashing down on hers, and I know, we won’t make our reservations.

My eyes tear and I speed up, not giving a shit about my safety.

Yeah, going nomad is the right route.