Page 25 of The Vipers and Their Venom

“Beauty and brains,” Saint snorts.

I roll my eyes.

Zane takes out his notepad and jots something down. I lean in to read it.

She won’t be here for long.

I arch an eyebrow. “What makes you say that?”

He writes in his pad again.

If we don’t scare her off, the other girls here will. They’re not going to stand for someone like her trying to fit in. They’ll cut her down to size pretty damned fast, and it’s not like she’s got much height to start with. We need to have our fun while we can.

I consider his words. “Fun with her? As tempting as that sounds, is it wise? She’s from a fucking biker club, and you already got threatened.”

“What club do they belong to?” Saint asks.

Zane leans over his notepad again.According to the back of their cuts, they’re the Jackal Riders MC, from upstate New York.

I give a low whistle. “Merde.They are ruthless motherfuckers, from what I’ve heard.”

I’ve heard the same.

“And the girl we want to mess with is the daughter of the leader. I can’t decide if that makes us crazy or brave.” Saint chuckles. “Maybe a bit of both.”

I agree with him. “We need to be careful. Did you see how many she arrived with? We don’t want her running back to Daddy, crying about how some of us have been mean to her.”

Okay, so we play it nice at first,Zane writes.

Well, that’s dull,” Saint says.

I only saidat first.He underlines the words in a hard stroke to make his point.We make her trust us until she’s in too deep, and then we turn the tables on her.

Saint throws the knife again. “I can be nice to her. I can bereallynice to her.”

Yeah, right. Saint might act like he’s a decent guy, but when he really gets down to it, he’s anything other than decent. I’ve heard how he talks to women when he gets them in bed. The names he calls them. How he makes them beg. If he makes them cry, all the better.

I’m the one who talks them through it, who tells them how well they’re doing, and wipes away their tears.

I’m the one who stops them from running, but that’s normally because I have them bound in rope.

I find myself smiling at the thought.

“Anyway, we can take on a fucking MC,” Saint continues, “or at least our families can. It’s not as though those guys are known for their brains. Brawn, maybe, and they’re loyal as fuck, but that’s about all.”

We’ve already invited her to join us tomorrow evening. We can make it nice for her then, Zane writes.

I twist my lips as I think. “I don’t know. Is she really going to give in to all three of us? She seems like the type who’ll speak her mind and won’t just go along with things.”

My twin brother shrugs. “We all have needs—her included. If we get her heated up enough, I bet she’ll burn. Besides, I want to see what other tattoos she’s got hidden under those clothes.”

I chuckle at that. He’s not the only one, I’m sure. I’d love to peel her clothes off while the other two watch, strip her slowly, revealing every inch of her skin. Then, when I get her naked, I’ll bring out my ropes.

All of a sudden, the future is looking a little more interesting.

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