Page 1 of Raptor

Chapter 1

Raptor

Eighteen Months Ago

“You haven’t called,” the bartender says, hurt lacing her words.

“No need,” Pyro bites out. He’s not interested and has made that more than clear, but she’s not listening. “Don’t you have work to do?” he snarls and I hide my amusement.

He had a night with her a while back and the woman has not got the damn message. She's still holding out for another night, but Pyro's a man who’s one and done. He won't go back for seconds. Even if he were to ever do so, it wouldn't be with someone so clingy. We find women who know the score. Py and I aren’t interested in finding an old lady. Not yet anyway. There are enough of our brothers who have been bitten by the love bug, and I'll be fucking damned if I become one of them. I've watched how that shit plays out, and not one of their journeys was smooth sailing. Fuck no. Just find me a woman for the night and I'll be happy.

The bartender grins at Pyro's brush off. No matter how harshly he spurns her advances, she remains interested.

“Brother,” I say, trying to conceal my laughter. “You were an asshole, man, but shit, she’s not goin’ to give a fuck. She’ll be back. Best way to show her you’re not interested is to find someone else to fuck tonight. She’ll soon get the hint.”

I throw my head back and laugh when he starts to scan the crowd in the bar. My man is on the hunt for a woman and it's about damn time. It’s been months since he’s been on the prowl. While most of the brothers will fuck frequently, especially the club whores, Pyro’s not into it and he’ll go months without finding a woman to fuck.

“Damn,” I say with a grin. “Pyro’s on the prowl. Fuckin’ hell, man, tonight’s shapin’ up to be fuckin’ fantastic.”

Pyro and I met when he first joined the Fury Vipers. He's the nearest thing I have to a brother; my closest friend. We have shared women in the past, multiple times. It's a fun time all around. Neither Py nor I are territorial about the women, and we both know that when the time comes for us to have an old lady, there'll be no sharing.

A small woman bumps into Pyro, and when I turn to see her, my entire body jolts at the other woman standing beside her. Her long black hair falls in soft waves down her back, complimenting her black dress, which is so short, I'm pretty sure if she were to bend over, I'd see her pussy. My cock thickens at the thought. She's gorgeous; without a doubt one of the most beautiful women I have ever met. She's got pouty lips that are painted the brightest of reds, and her eyes are dark and smoldering. Christ, who is this woman?

“Jesus, Chloe, are you okay?” she says to her friend.

I'm in fucking love. That velvety, thick Irish accent is a zap to my cock. Christ... Never before have I been so enamored with a woman.

"I'm so sorry," her friend, Chloe, says. Her accent is thick, but it isn’t as velvety as her friend’s.

“You drunk, darlin’?” I ask with a raised brow.

Pyro spares me a glance, and there's a whole lot of possessiveness in that glance. I know the feeling. I wouldn't want him near the black-haired beauty. I can't help but chuckle. What the fuck is going on with us?

“No,” Chloe says with disgust. “Your alcohol isn’t that strong. Do you water it down or something?”

Pyro laughs. It's fucking good to see my brother happy. It's been a while since I've seen him so carefree.

“Let me guess,” Pyro says, still laughing. “What they say is true: you Irish know how to handle your liquor.”

Chloe rolls her eyes. “Like it’s hard?”

The gorgeous, raven-haired woman nods. “So, what’s fun to do around here? We only have a few days left before we leave. You two look like you’d be a great time.” She smiles brightly. “I’m Mallory, and this is my girl, Chloe.”

Oh, now it's about to get more interesting. I have her name. I flash her a smile, pleased as fuck at the interest in her eyes. “I’m Raptor, darlin’. It’s a fuckin’ pleasure to meet you.”

Mallory's smile widens. “Oh no, I’m guessing the pleasure is going to be mine later.”

My cock is thicker than it's been in a long-ass time. This woman is about to have the best fucking night of her life. “Fuckin’ guarantee it, darlin’.”

I take Mallory's hand and lead her through the throngs of people at the bar, toward the VIP section. This bar is owned by the Italian mafia, and whenever we come here, we're always able to get a seat in the VIP section. Over the years, the Italian and Irish mafia have grown close to the Vipers. They helped us out when we were in a spot of trouble.

“What brings you to New York?” I ask once we're seated. Mallory slides in beside me, and Chloe sits beside Pyro. It seems as though we've both found our one for the night.

“Family,” Chloe replies. “I’m going to Chicago after this to see my family, but Mallory and I have just finished school, and we decided to come to New York for a holiday before I need to meet the family.”

Mallory nods. “Yep. It’s been fun to let loose in the big city. Dublin’s great and all, but the shopping here is amazing. I’ve had to add on extra luggage for my flight home.”

I’m trying to focus on Mallory, but Chloe's words hits me. “Y’all just said you’re finished with school... You meant college, right?” I ask, hoping like hell that I've missed something.

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