Page 6 of Viper

“Not all the time. It’s kind of a tradition whenever we get together to smoke a joint. But, seeing as it’s more than just Chris and Cam, we figured we would bring a little extra,” Cara says with a smirk.

“That’s a bit more than a ‘little extra’ but I ain’t complaining,” Axel says.

“Who the hell are Chris and Cam?” Candy asks with a sneer directed at Cara.

Ignoring her nasty attitude, I point to the twins. Candy’s mouth drops open, but she quickly jumps right back into being the bitch she is. Turning to the twins, she asks, “Why is this bitch using your government names?”

At this point, we all know what Candy is doing, because anybody with eyes can see they are related. Their eyes are identical. There is no mistaking it. Candy has to solidify her place as top bitch. Normally, we let her do her thing, but not with family. She knows better.

Before anyone can check her, Cara is across the room with a blade. I’m not sure where she grabbed it from. She holds it against Candy’s neck. I’m so shocked and turned on, I just watch the scene unfold in front of me.

“Look here…” Cara starts.

“Candy,” she whimpers while blinking back tears.

Cara’s eyes are on fire with rage. This has taken a turn I did not see coming. She was smiling and laughing less than ten seconds ago and now she looks angry enough to slaughter an entire army. Cara closes her eyes with a breath and when she opens them, the fire I saw is gone. Now she looks even scarier as she smiles menacingly at Candy.

“Candy. Stupid name, but whatever. Now, you see, Candy, I’m going to be here for two weeks, and I really don’t want any problems. I will not tolerate disrespect. I will respect you if you respect me, but disrespect me…” Cara pauses with an arched brow, “and I will gut you like a fish, fillet your insides, and feed them to the fucking birds!” Cara sneers.

At this point, the clubhouse has gone completely quiet. “Now, are we going to have any problems?”

Candy shakes her head no as best she can, with the blade against her neck. After a few seconds of staring Candy down, Cara removes the knife from her neck and puts it back in the sheath on her hip.

Major.

Fucking.

Turn.

On.

There’s nothing sexier than a woman who knows her way around a weapon and isn’t scared to use it.

This feisty minx is not what I was expecting. I like the fire I see in her eyes. I like knowing that she can handle her own. Being around an MC, you can’t be timid. We don’t just have enemies, but people are very judgmental. People take one look at our motorcycles and cuts and think we’re just no-good criminals. At one point and time, we were.

Candy hurries off the couch, and books it out of the common room. The girls take seats near the coffee table and start working on rolling the joints as if the last five minutes didn’t happen.

“Wait a damn second. Are we just going to act like Cara didn’t pull out a blade and go G.I. Jane on Candy?” Capone asks with humor in his voice.

“Look, Capone, it’s like I told Candy. Respect me and I’ll do the same. But come for me and I will annihilate you and will not think twice about it.” Cara shrugs and goes back to rolling the joint.

“Well, I thought it was sexy as fuck. I for one want to know if you’re just as feisty in between the sheets as well.” Thor shoots a wink at Cara and gives her his classic smile that lands him every woman he wants. Women fall at his feet, begging for a chance to be in his bed.

I’ve never fought a club brother over a woman, but for Cara, I will end a motherfucker. Nobody touches her except me. I don’t know what’s happening to me. I’ve never been possessive over a woman, but there’s something about her that I can’t shake. I don’t have the power to resist.

“Sorry, Thor, but you’re not my type.”

Thor’s mouth drops open because he’s everyone’s type. Women, men, they have all tried to get in Thor’s bed at one point. He looks like Chris Hemsworth’s twin. It’s partially how he got the road name “Thor.”

“Not your type? Woman, I’m sexy as fuck. Hell, I could talk a nun out of her panties!” Thor shouts.

That just makes the girls laugh like a pair of hyenas. “Nobody said you weren’t good looking, Thor. It’s just you’re a little too pretty for my taste.”

Now the guys, including me, are laughing like hyenas. “Too pretty? Do you hear yourself?” Thor is getting his ego stomped on right now. He has never been told no, so he really doesn’t know how to handle this.

“Thor, you’re a very attractive man, but I like my man to look a bit more manly, rough, rugged. I take one look at you, and I think to myself, ‘I wonder what kind of conditioner he uses in his hair?’”

The guys are roaring with laughter at this point, because Thor is genuinely confused that the girls aren’t falling for his charm. A part of it has my chest puffing out. The man Cara just described is me.

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