Den of Vipers

by K.A. Knight

will have setbacks and get disheartened, but it’s worth the try.

“I wouldn’t have killed us with my little bird here.”

I would burn this whole fucking city to the ground and find her in the cinders. I would kill, I would steal, I would lie.

“I love you with all the broken, blood-stained pieces of me,”

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.”

The cold, controlling alpha. The damaged enforcer with a heart of gold. The romantic, charming gambler. The insane killer with an obsessive heart.

“I love you, Little Bird. You’re the gasoline to my fire.

With him, I’m free. Nothing will ever shock him, scare him. I could never do something that would disgust him or make him fear me. He would love it, revel in it, and worship me.

Her hate, her anger matches mine, her scars mirroring my own. She is my world now, and it only shows me how desperate for love I was to not only fuck this woman, but propose.

I place my bat down and yank it out of my pocket…yes, that’s right, bitches, my dress has pockets. Ain’t anything better. You can hide snacks and weapons so easily.

My goddamn black beating heart is hers and she is mine.

She worked her way under my armour, under my ruined skin to the fighter, the warped killer beneath, and she loved him and made him love her. She is my reason to breathe now, to fight my demons every goddamn day.

I’ll die as I lived, with a beer in my hand and riding a dick.

Brilliant. I should play it cool, play it smart, but as always, my mouth runs away with me. “Evening, arseholes, is this a new kink? ’Cause I gotta admit, it’s not doing it for me. I’m wet, but honestly, I think I peed myself a little, so I wouldn’t take that as a point for you.”

“Yeah…see, I’d believe that more if you didn’t have me hanging like a pig. You should start with that before the chasing and the drugs, but your information is out of date, babes, I’m a fucking Viper.”

Headbutts are not fun. Headbutts hurt, kids.

Some might call him crazy, but maybe he’s just enlightened…and, okay, a little crazy.

When he loves, he loves hard. He’s all in.

My scarred enforcer will become lost in his demons until it gets him killed.

So no, I can’t die here,

I refuse to be the reason they die. I refuse...

If I’m going to die, it will be surrounded by my men with a gun in my hand and a smile on my face. I need to tell them I love them.

It reminds me of Diesel, and weirdly, my pussy clenches…like, really, ho? Now is not the time.

“You call this torture? My foreplay is harder. Come on, you can do better,”

Fuck me, John Wick made that shit look easy. He lied, it hurts like a son of bitch, worse than that first cock in the ass.

The blood dries on my hands and face, and I leave it. Let them see it, let them die by my hands covered in my lover’s blood.

“You drive like a fucking snail!”

Is this like fucking Thing One and Thing Two?

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.

I’m going to fucking kill them all. I had plans, like to remind Roxy that she was mine and not to get her ass kidnapped…then I went and got my ass taken.

“No, thanks, would rather stick my dick in a chainsaw, it would be more fun than your rank cunt.” I laugh.

I’m going to call him Princess Garrett for the rest of our days. He can call me his white knight.

remembering what I saw in films, I put my back to the wall and hum the Mission: Impossible theme song. I swing it open and jump in. It’s empty, and it feels kinda anticlimactic,

I’m praying to anyone who will listen, God and Satan, ’cause let’s face it, if anyone is gonna have our backs, it’s probably my dude Satan.

I would chase her to the ends of this earth and drag her back, kicking and screaming…actually, that would be fun.

So you have demons? Baby, they match mine.

A goddamn painting in motion. His soul is as dark as his ink, and his eyes are as cold as the society he swims in, yet I crave him.

It’s a double-edged sword with each of the Viper boys. They love as deeply as they hate.

One day, it might consume us all and we might explode. But what a beautiful death it would be.

the stupid wankstains and their stupid, seductive penises. Peni? What’s the plural of penis? Oh, who the fuck cares.

But in my defense…how am I supposed to resist them? They have abs, for fuck’s sake. Those little dents of happiness are my weakness, and seriously, would any girl turn down orgasms from their powerful, tatted, muscly—wait, I forgot my train of thought. Ah, fuck it.

“I fucking love naps.” Garrett huffs, making us all laugh. “Naps are my new favourite thing,” Kenzo states. “I think I need some more healing.”

Sometimes you don’t need to find a hero, it’s enough to find someone who will stand with you in the dark and not be afraid of blood and death.