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Diesel’s face splits with a grin. “I think I’m in love. Do you think she would shoot me if I ask?”
I’m going to make her a Viper.
Just once, I want someone to match me, to not burn in my fire, but be reborn in it. I hope Roxy is that one.
The jacket is something that one of the guys must have snuck in. It’s leather and has spikes across the shoulders, and when she turns slightly, I notice the viper on the back—smooth.
Today she looks like a Viper.
She sighs dramatically but then smiles. “One sec.” With that, she dashes off to her room before coming back a minute later, tossing a knife in the air. Where the hell did she get that? Diesel laughs. “That’s my girl. Come on, Little Bird, it’s time to play.” He drapes his arm across her shoulders as she tucks it into her jacket pocket and looks to me. I can’t move, though, too busy staring at them—at how close their bodies are, at how comfortable they seem.
Diesel scoots closer to Roxy and leans in. “The cake here is to die for, literally, I killed someone for a slice once.”
“Please,” Ryder replies, and Red looks to Roxy, who’s threatening Diesel with a knife. Sighing, I pluck it from her hand and pass her my bigger one. “At least use this if you’re going to stab him.”
“You called her bitch?” Ryder asks, dropping the hammer to the floor. “You dare insult our princess?”
“Good God, you’re trying to kill me. No, my real name is Kace. I took Diesel after that night. Kace died in that fire with my mum, and I was born.”
“I got some information,” Diesel starts, his tone serious before he grins. “Roxy is a screamer. I can inform her dad now.”
It’s a gun, better than my old shitty one. No, this one is fancy, and carved into the slide are the words “Vipers’ girl.”
“Your birthday is May seventh, you were born at eight fifty-five am,” I offer, and she sucks in a breath.
