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Vipers? Bitch, please, I bite too.
When you’re a kid, they tell you stories of monsters hiding under your bed or in the dark. They don’t tell you of the very real human ones. Those who prey on people weaker than them, or even the monsters that hide within ourselves. Rich or poor, it doesn’t matter, humans are still monsters.
If you’ve never had a parent let you down, hurt you, and break your heart, then you don’t know how it feels. They’re supposed to protect you, love you, yet my parents are the reason I’m scared.
I know at the base of all people, at their very core…all they care about is themselves. What something can bring them, do for them, and when push comes to shove, they will always choose themselves.
“Do you always threaten people with death and torture over breakfast?”
“Of course, it isn’t a good morning without at least one death threat or fight.”
Diesel is a fucking mad dog, Ryder is an arrogant asshole, and Kenzo is a charming psychopath…I can’t figure Garrett out.
“Kenzo is the bookie, owns the city’s gambling. Horses, cards, anything you can bet on, even fights. He’s the money side of things, good with numbers. Garrett used to be a fighter, so he knows a lot of tough people. He’s the enforcer. He scares people, beats them up a bit to make them listen to Ryder, who’s the front man. The face and the brains of the operation. They try to stop it from getting to me.” “And what are you?” I smirk as I grab a bone saw from the table. “I’m your worst nightmare. The place you go when you’re at the end. I get information by whatever means necessary. When Garrett
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“Yes, Little Bird, I’m the assassin, and you’re my latest target.”
Little Bird needs to find out how to survive amongst the Vipers, or die as our prey.
Okay, so Diesel and me again. I look over to see him prodding the bleeding stab wounds on his hands, his tongue caught between his teeth in concentration. Okay then.
Stupid emotions, stupid hussy vagina.
Fuck them. If they wanted a classy bird, they should have kidnapped one.
My pussy basically starts a Garrett fan club then, pom poms and all.
“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.”
“You, server guy, what should we get a woman who doesn’t give a fuck about money or riches and is rocker-like?”
“Vipers, brother. Even snakes fear other snakes,”
“You have a death wish? Is that it? Want me to kill you? Because I will. You might have sucked my dick, I might want you, but I will still end you,” he threatens. “Then do it, let’s really end this. Kill me now, or stop using your fear as an excuse to push me away,” I wheeze.
He grabs his bed and tosses it over, and even in the midst of the destruction, it’s not enough. I can feel it. I know that feeling, when you’re so filled with hurt, with pain, it warps you.
I see the pain in your eyes, I know because I used to see it in mine. Someone hurt you, someone you trusted. Someone you loved. It changes you, it breaks you down, and in its place is a broken creature. One whose whole world crumbled. I know,” I yell, “because that was me.” I quiet then, breathing heavily. “It still is sometimes, I’m still running from it. Still living in fear like I’m that same little girl.”
Flipping it in the air, showing off, I drop it in Diesel’s hand. “Thanks, crazy.” I saunter away, their eyes still locked on me. “I think I just came,” I hear Diesel say. Garrett snorts. “You’re nasty.” “You telling me you didn’t just get hard?” Diesel asks loudly. “I ain’t talking about my cock with you,” he replies as I giggle.
No, I refuse to back down. I know they are my future now, and I need to take control. Be part of it. Prove to them I can be an asset more than a good fuck. Honestly, my old life feels like a blur, I’ve become so consumed by the Vipers. I don’t want to leave anymore.
Maybe their venom is infecting me, maybe it’s Stockholm syndrome. Maybe I just don’t fucking care. I’ve never felt so alive. They care, they notice. Their words might be harsh and their touches mean, but only because I don’t think they know how to love any better than I do.
We are just two people who found each other in this dark, brutal world. She’s fucked up, but I am too. Together, we could be something amazing, or we could explode.
“I need coffee,” I grumble, and point at Diesel. “Coffee, now.” All three jerk their heads to Diesel and jump forward like they expect him to explode or something, but he simply laughs and rolls over the back of the sofa. “Sure thing, Little Bird.”
There have been women, but we have never, not ever, let them inside our circle. You? You’re right in the middle of it, Roxxane.
“Then what do you want?” I query. “You, and all the attitude that comes with you. Even when you hate us, even when you attack us.” He smirks.
We took Viper, because when you back a snake into a corner, they are more dangerous than anything. We had all been backed into those corners. By family. By grief. By money. We were all vipers…and now you are too.”
Stop fighting it, that inferno inside. Use it. The anger he made, I have the same kind.
Those who love us have the opportunity to hurt us the worst, and in my experience, they always do.
Another man at the table glares at me, and I glare back. “Problem, asshole? Need a Viagra to get it up, or just a flash of my tits?”
“Don’t worry, your wife won’t care, she’ll be just as disgusted in her pearls as you are to have your boring ass vanilla sex while dust escapes your old bones.”
notice my hand on her throat and sit back, moving away from her quickly. The dream still lingers, making me feel raw and angry. She sits up, seeming unafraid, even though I almost just killed her again.
“Where? Where are you ruined?” she snaps, obviously sick of being kind. “Your chest? It’s hot, get the fuck over it, you have a few scars.” She snorts.
I still have nightmares, it doesn’t just go away—trauma sticks with you every day of your life. But we have a choice whether to let it control or destroy us.
“Stay, be ours. Keep Ryder sane, melt that ice and give him the love he never had but deserved. Love Garrett, even though he struggles to love himself. Love Diesel, even though it might kill you…and love me, even though I don’t deserve it. Be my greatest win.”
“I lied,” he croaks. “I will follow you always. I’ll hunt you across this world. Even if you hate me, us, for it. I will drag you back kicking and screaming. Hit me, slap me, fight me. I don’t care, the pain is worth it to have you with me, darling. I love you too much to let you go. I’m too fucking selfish to let the best thing to ever happen to us walk away. You’re ours.”
“We already have a yacht.” I sigh when I can control my laughter. “Well, now we have two, we can race them.”
Ryder Viper is a fucking weapon…to my vagina.
Female John Wick. Lady Wick…nah, that sucks, I’ll come up with a kickass name on the way.
“D, stop him,” I snarl. He sighs but his leg goes out, tripping the man before he goes back to eating his ice cream, his legs swinging back and forth happily like a fucking child.
Fuck me, John Wick made that shit look easy. He lied,
it’s too dangerous having them all in one place. It’s going to get messy. Stay close, check your corners, and watch each other’s back. We move from room to room until we get her,” I order, strapping my vest on. It will protect me a bit, but a bullet to the head will still take me down, so we need to be smart.
Diesel puts on his bright purple fanny pack, complete with a sparkly unicorn on the front. I don’t question it, because we honestly don’t have time for his crazy.
Garrett has a shotgun fastened to his chest and a fucking grenade launcher on his back—after
“Oh, I stabbed myself with some adrenaline. Let’s go!” he cries.
“Don’t ever fuck with a Viper. Just because I have a pussy doesn’t make me weak. You fucked with the wrong family.”
What started as a business deal has now become my life. There’s an old quote, ‘Throw me to the wolves, and I will come back leading the pack.’ I was thrown to the Vipers, and now they are mine.
Never underestimate a woman, because those seen as weak have a lot less to lose than those with everything.
“No, thanks, would rather stick my dick in a chainsaw, it would be more fun than your rank cunt.” I laugh.
