Page 151 of Daddy Sees Snakes

The moment I lay eyes on Lyon, something primal takes over.

I charge at him like a bull seeing red, my fists clenched and ready.

The first punch connects with his jaw, a satisfying crack echoing through the clubhouse.

Lyon stumbles back, but I don't give him a chance to recover.

I'm on him in an instant, raining down blows with all the pent-up fury I've been holding onto. "You fucking piece of shit!" I roar, punctuating each word with another hit.

Lyon fights back, landing a few solid punches of his own.

I feel my lip split, taste the metallic tang of blood in my mouth, but I don't care.

The pain only fuels my rage.

Out of the corner of my eye, I see some of the club members moving to intervene, but Jaxon holds up a hand.

"Let them sort it out," he says, his voice tight with tension.

We grapple and slam into tables, sending bottles and glasses crashing to the floor.

It's messy, brutal, and exactly what I need.

With every punch I land, I think of Iris in that hospital bed, of the pain and fear in her eyes.

It drives me to hit harder, to make Lyon feel even a fraction of what she's going through.

By the time we separate, both of us are breathing hard.

Lyon's face is a mess of blood and bruises, his left eye already swelling shut.

I'm not much better off, but the pain is nothing compared to the satisfaction of seeing him broken.

I straighten up, wiping blood from my chin with the back of my hand. "Listen up, you fuckers," I say, my voice carrying across the now-silent clubhouse. "Things are changing around here. You're running drugs for me now. I've made a deal with an old friend of mine, Manuel Costa, and we're in business together."

The room erupts in murmurs and shocked glances.

I can see the fear in their eyes at the mention of Manuel's name.

Good.

They should be afraid.

They know exactly what kind of big dog he is.

Jaxon clears his throat, his gaze moving from me to his battered brother. "Lyon," he says, his voice dangerously low, "did you attack Iris?"

Lyon spits blood onto the floor, a twisted grin spreading across his face. "It wasn't an attack," he sneers. "Iris belongs to me. I was just taking what's mine."

The words have barely left his mouth before Jaxon's fist connects with his face.

He grabs Lyon by the hair, yanking his head back. "You dumb fuck," Jaxon snarls. "If Viper is partners with Manuel, you could've signed all of our death certificates."

Lyon laughs, a harsh, manic sound. "There's no way he's working with Manuel. He's bluffing."

I step closer, my eyes locked on Lyon. "Wrong move, asshole. I don't bluff. You hurt my woman, which means you attacked one of the bosses. And now," I pause, letting the tension build, "I'm going to take something from you."

Jaxon's grip on Lyon's hair tightens.

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