Den of Vipers

by K.A. Knight

Diesel’s face splits with a grin. “I think I’m in love. Do you think she would shoot me if I ask?”

Maybe she will still fight, but if she didn’t, it wouldn’t be as much fun. I can’t wait to watch her rip the others to pieces, to get into their cold hearts like she has mine. We will all burn together. Because of one woman. Our woman.

“You ever call her bitch or insult her again, and I pull this trigger, do you understand me?” I murmur, my voice low and deadly.

“And one of you has to go out on a date with her brother. Probably to a brothel.”

“You called her bitch?” Ryder asks, dropping the hammer to the floor. “You dare insult our princess?”

“Sorry, I’m taken, and so is he.” She slumps but grins and looks back down at her magazine. Whistling, I glance over to see Ryder glaring at me. “We’re taken?” he repeats. “Sure are! You think Rox wouldn’t kill any poor girl you brought back to hurt her? If you haven’t noticed, Ry, she’s as nuts as we are.”

“No one other than us touches you,” he growls, and I laugh. “Jealous?” I smirk. He grins again. “No, the others would kill him. Is your tattoo really worth his death?”

Brushing hair from her face, I kiss her gently. “Little Bird, Little Bird, I knew you would be the one. You will never escape us now, you are mine. Forever. Bound tighter than any ring or marriage ever could. You try to leave, and I will hunt you down.”

“You can come, but just know that your dress will be on my floor before the end of the night. You’re my winnings.”

“You’re forgetting the part where he said no, so you beat the shit out of him with a frying pan and told him the boat was yours now and to call you Captain Crazy,” Garrett adds as he eats.

but your information is out of date, babes, I’m a fucking Viper.”

Stupid Vipers and their stupid enemies getting in the way of my dick plans.

“Baby?” he croaks eventually, and I look back at those eyes. “I hate you,” he whispers, a small smile covering his trembling lips. “I hate you too,” I whisper, as I lean down and kiss him softly.

himself up, wincing in agony. “We just gotta get downstairs, big guy, then we’re going home,” I assure him, and he looks at me and gives me a fucking heartbreaking smile. “Wherever you are is home,” he whispers.

He chuckles breathlessly and groans when it jerks him inside me. “Love, I steal things every fucking day, I’m a goddamn mobster, but you? You’re the best thing I ever stole, and I plan on showing you that for the rest of our lives, until you get bored with us and try to kill us.”