Page 30 of Gypsy Angel

“Babe, it’s ok! It’s just words.”

Viper looked down at the bloody mess laying one the ground, groaning beneath him. Since the idiot was still alive, unable to move, Viper stood up and stepped back, dragging Diesel into his embrace while the men assisted the other women into zip tying the remaining bikers, getting them ready for transport.

“You ok?”

“Yeah, sorry I lost it. I just couldn’t hear him say that shit again. No one says that shit about my wife. Even if it’s just in name only.” Viper murmured into Diesel’s hair, holding her tight.

“Let’s get home and get you cleaned up. Oz’s friends should be here shortly to grab these guys to take to a black site and hold them. Seems like some of the black ops teams have been trying to nail these fuckers just as much as we are.

TWENTY-TWO

Diesel pulled her motorcycle into the garage, making sure to make room for Viper’s chopper to pull in next to hers. Taking her helmet off, she stood by her bike while she waited for Viper to dismount.

“Who’s watching nearby?” Diesel asked, looking out into the night.

“Houston and Kermit are tonight.” Viper answered, taking Diesel’s keys out of her hands to open the door into the house.

Hitting the button to close the garage door, Diesel followed Viper into the house. “Why don’t you take a shower. I’ll find the first aid kit and take care of your hands afterwards.”

She watched as Viper went into the kitchen, going to the fridge and pulled out ice from the freezer. Putting the ice into a towel, he placed it on his hand while he one handedly went about pouring a glass of whiskey and downing it in one gulp.

“Are you okay?” Diesel hesitantly asked, continuing to watch Viper.

She jumped when Viper threw the empty glass across the room. She stood her ground, thought everything in her fought to shrink and step back when Viper glared at her from where he stood. Anger shining clearly in his eyes.

“Do you women think the danger you were in tonight was fucking joke? Do you not realize how fucking close you all came to either getting killed, raped or being the latest victims of those fucking morons?” Viper spewed, glaring at Diesel, his breathing coming in hard and fast.

“We knew you were there. We wouldn’t have done what we did if we didn’t think you guys would have had our backs!” Diesel fired back, stepping up to Viper, going toe to toe with him.

Diesel’s breath caught when Viper gripped her by the neck and walked her backwards until she hit the wall. She kept eye contact with him the whole time, battling back her fear, knowing he wouldn’t hurt her.

“You deliberately put yourself and your teammates in danger. Do you honestly think those men would have cared you belonged to me or that you’re a cop? That alone gives them bragging rights for taking every single one of you down.”

“Dean…” Diesel said, her voice holding firm, holding his gaze as her hand wrapped around the wrist of the hand holding her throat. “I knew you were out there. Lindsey saw you guys getting into position. That’s the only reason we did what we did. One of the guys caught movement. We were afraid you boys were going to get noticed so we put ourselves out there to protect you. We had reinforcement on the way as well.”

“They could have still hurt you before I was able to get to you. Seeing you down there, Highlander had to literally talk me down. I know you can handle yourself, but damn it, Cheryl, they could have hurt you and I couldn’t have done anything to stop it!”

It suddenly dawned on Diesel what the problem was. Viper had been scared shitless. It didn’t make sense to her why he was scared as hell where she was concerned. She wasn’t used to it.

“Dean, I’m ok. I knew you were out there, and nothing could have happened to me because you were there.”

Diesel attempted to lean forward, but Viper squeezed her neck slightly, letting her know he was holding on by a thread. Risking everything, she took her hand not holding Viper’s wrist and touched his cheek, rubbing her thumb back and forth, soothing him as she continued to hold eye contact with him.

Diesel didn’t have a chance to catch her breath when Viper growled deeply in his chest before he leaned forward and slammed his lips onto hers, pinning her to the wall with his body, keeping his hand on her throat, controlling every aspect of her body.

Diesel couldn’t help but whimper slightly when he pulled back, hand and all, glaring at her. Before she could even comprehend what he was doing, he reached out, grabbing her shirt and ripping it down the middle.

“Get your pants off unless you want me to cut them off. Now!” Viper demanded as he watched her movements.

Diesel did exactly that. She knew he was ready to strike. Oh, not to harm her or frighten her. He needed control to gain his ground. He was all alpha and tonight his control was taken from him when she and her team did their stunt. Everything in her wanted to fight, be a royal brat, but now wasn’t the time to test him. Not when he was on the edge.

Once she’d shed her clothing, she stood before Viper buck ass naked, while his eyes burned her skin as he looked over every square inch of her body. She was feeling vulnerable, with the fact she was naked, and he was still clothed, from head to toe.

Diesel gasped out loud, gripping Viper’s forearm when he reached out and gripped her throat in his hand again, moving her from the wall in the kitchen towards her living room, his eyes staying glued to her. No words spoken. It was as if he dared her to say something or do something that would make him snap. She knew, with even more certainty now, that he was teetering on a thin wire that was ready to jostle him off at the slightest wrong move.

When Diesel felt the back of the sofa against her back, she moved her hands behind her to grip the top of the couch. Keeping her eyes focused on his, she held her breath when Viper leaned down and bruised her lips with his. The kiss being hard, rough and hungry. She wanted to scream with the fact he wasn’t touching her, other than his hand on her throat. Damn the man was infuriating.

She couldn’t help but let a small whimper out when he pulled away, biting down slightly on her lower lip, pulling it with him as he pulled back. The whimper wasn’t because of the sting of the bite or the tugging of her lip. No, her whimper was because the damn man stopped kissing her like he could literally devour her in one damn bite. Asshole.

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