Freedom, family, work, none of it matters. Only them. The Vipers. My Vipers. I’m their girl. So why am I running? Because I’m scared, that’s why. Scared how much I want them, how much they have consumed me. How right I feel in their arms, in their life. The cold, controlling alpha. The damaged enforcer with a heart of gold. The romantic, charming gambler. The insane killer with an obsessive heart. What does that make me? Their captive? No, not anymore. It makes me theirs, a Viper. It makes this home.
That’s right! Go back to your Vipers, Rox!
