Page 3 of Viper

The driver finally exits, or should I say hops down, because she’s short as hell. She can’t be more than five foot three, and I have no doubt she’s related to the twins. She has that same caramel skin color that they have, and the same brown hair, except hers is long and wavy, flowing down her back. That’s not the only thing I notice. She is sexy as hell. I’ve yet to see her face because she has on shades, but her body is to kill for.

She’s wearing a red, spaghetti-strap dress that’s stops mid-thigh, with a jean jacket, and a pair of red Converses. Not the dressiest outfit, but on her it’s sexy as hell. She’s curvier than most, with well-rounded hips, thick thighs, and a nice set of tits. Fuck. My dick is rock hard just looking at her.

“Why would the twins bring them here?” Gunner asks with a shake of his head.

Clearly, I’m not the only one with these thoughts as I look at all my club brothers. They’re basically undressing the girls with their eyes.

The one in red goes to the back door and opens it. I almost shit my pants. Two of the biggest Great Danes I have ever seen jump out of the truck. They both have all-black fur with their ears cropped. What the hell is she feeding them? They both almost come to her chest.

“Down, Duke, no!” Blade shouts.

He’s currently being taken down to the ground while the dog jumps and licks all over his face. “Somebody was missed,” Axel says with a snicker. That earns a couple of chuckles from the group.

“Sitz!” the woman in red tells the dog. To everyone’s surprise, the dog doesn’t hesitate to follow her command.

After a few hugs and laughs among themselves, they finally approach us. My eyes are completely focused on the one in red. The blonde looks like she’s nervous enough, while I can’t really read the one in red.

“Yo, Torch, I thought you said they were both your sisters?” Ink asks. He’s never one to beat around the bush. You can always count on him to be blunt.

Torch opens his mouth, but the little minx in red beats him to it. “Sara is our sister. Blood doesn’t make any difference,” she says as she removes her shades. The look she’s sending Ink’s way is daring him to say something else about the matter. I think he sees it too, because he quickly shuts up.

My mouth drops open in shock at her boldness. Most women would be afraid to challenge a man our size, especially a biker. She doesn’t look the least bit afraid of us and that only piques my interest in her.

As if she can feel me staring at her, she turns and looks my way, and I’m momentarily stunned silent. She is hands down the most beautiful woman I have ever laid eyes on. Those same gold eyes as her brothers are stunning on her. She has nice, full pouty lips, with a bit of an angelic look about her. As I start scanning her body from head to toe, I notice a few tattoos. She has a half-sleeve on her left arm with roses, skulls and vines all tangled together and a dove on her collarbone.

“Everyone, these are our sisters, Sara,” Blade says, pointing to the blonde. “And Cara,” he finishes, pointing to the one in red.

Cara. It’s a sexy name, and I’m going to make it my mission to get this woman into my bed. The twins didn’t say they were off-limits, so I’m going to take my chances and do as Blade said. I’m going to shoot my shot.

“Sara, Cara, these are our club bothers.” Blade proceeds to tell the girls all our names. When he gets to Tiny, the girls break out into a fit of giggles.

“Is that some kind of sick joke?” Cara asks in between laughter. All the guys are grinning because Tiny is the exact opposite of tiny. He’s a fuckin’ mountain. I’ll never be dumb enough to piss that big fucker off. Blade grins at his sister and shakes his head no.

“Cam, the man is six foot ten, roughly two hundred and eighty pounds of muscle, and you call him… Tiny?” she asks in disbelief.

“Cara, I told you to call me Blade!”

She looks at her brother like he’s grown two heads. “Oh, please. We shared a womb for nine months, and I came out first, making me the oldest. I will not call you‘Blade.’”

“Wait, shared a womb?” I ask, not sure she means what I think she means.

“Wow. I’m kind of hurt you two. At first, I thought the prospects didn’t know because let’s be real, you all probably don’t tell them shit anyway. But even your club bothers don’t know we’re triplets,” she says with a pout.

I’m sure I’m not the only one whose eyes are wide and mouths hanging wide open.

Torch snorts at his sister. “Oh, cut the shit, Cara. They didn’t even know we had sisters until we called you asking you to take this job. Even though we’re legit, we still have enemies, and we didn’t want you to ever be in danger.”

Cara’s eyes soften a bit at her brother’s words. You can tell by the way they look at each other, they’re close. I never got the chance to have a sibling. Mom didn’t even want me. Axel, my best friend, is the closest thing to a brother that I have.

“I just have a few questions,” I say, looking at Cara. She raises a brow, telling me to go on. “Have those two big fuckers eaten today? And is that a parrot on his back?”

Sara and Cara break out into giggles again. After she gets them under control, she answers me. “The Great Danes are Duke and Daisy. They’re really chill unless you’re trying to hurt me or Sara. That’s when you have to worry about them eating you. As for the parrot, that’s Demon, my blue and yellow macaw. Be warned, he has a foul mouth and loves to talk shit. And this big guy in Sara’s arms is Draco. He’s a Savannah cat. Beware that cat has a mean streak, and the only person he really likes is Sara.”

She holds her arm out and calls the bird over. He lands, and then she sets him on her shoulder. His little head is scanning the crowd as if he’s trying to figure us out.

“Sup, bitches!” he screeches as he fully extends his wings. The guys howl with laughter. I know she just warned us, but I didn’t expect that.

Cara face-palms herself and shakes her head. “D, I swear. Can you just act right for one day? Just one?” She holds up one finger.

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