Page 150 of Daddy Sees Snakes

I nod, steeling myself for what's to come.

The gun at my side is a comforting weight, a reminder of the power I hold.

Whatever happens next, I'm ready.

For Iris.

For our future.

And for the twisted satisfaction of making Lyon pay.

The car pulls up to a rundown building on the outskirts of town, two towns over from Tinsel Creek.

The Crimson Reapers' clubhouse stands before me, a testament to lawlessness.

A row of gleaming motorcycles lines the front, their chrome catching the light.

I step out, adjusting my suit jacket.

The weight of my gun presses against my ribs, a cold reminder of what I'm here to do.

Without hesitation, I stride toward the entrance, my jaw set in grim determination.

The heavy doors swing open under my touch, and I'm hit by the stench of stale beer and cigarette smoke.

My eyes scan the dimly lit interior, searching for one face in particular.

I holler, my voice echoing off the walls. "Where the fuck is Lyon?"

The room falls silent, a dozen pairs of eyes turning to stare at me.

I can feel the tension crackling in the air, thick enough to cut with a knife.

My hands clench into fists at my sides, itching for a fight.

Within seconds, a tall, broad-shouldered man emerges from a back room—Jaxon.

His face is a mask of confusion and irritation. "What the hell is this about, Viper?" he demands, stepping closer.

I meet his gaze unflinchingly. "Your piece of shit brother attacked and raped Iris at Satin Dreams," I spit out, barely containing my rage.

Jaxon's eyes widen in disbelief. "That's ridiculous," he scoffs. "Lyon might be a lot of things, but he wouldn't hurt her like that."

Something inside me snaps.

I close the distance between us in two quick strides, getting right up in Jaxon's face.

I can smell the whiskey on his breath as I growl, "I've got the fucking proof. I saw the video evidence with my own eyes."

Jaxon opens his mouth to respond, but before he can, movement catches my eye.

Lyon emerges from the shadows, his face a mix of arrogance and poorly concealed fear.

My vision goes red.

Everything I've been holding back since I saw that video, since I held Iris in the hospital, comes rushing to the surface.

Lyon is here, within reach, and all I can think about is making him pay for what he's done.

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