Page 53 of The Vipers' Vow

Vani sighs. “That’s why I need to be the one who tells him, Phoenix.”

The bigger biker shrugs, but I can see his disdain at the situation written all over his face. I’ve now got names for the two bikers—Zoo and Phoenix—and Vani introduces me to them formally as well.

I slip my arm around Vani’s waist and draw her close, needing them to see she’s not some cheap lay to us. She fits so perfectly against me. I never want her to be gone from me for that long again.

“Not having you here was torture,” I tell her. “It was like someone cut out my heart and made me spend the night in agony without it.”

She sighs against me, her body melting into mine.Home, I think. This girl is home. She had only one night away, and I felt bereft.

I know it wasn’t the same for her. She had Zane. I turn to him, and he gives me a nod. Vani steps out of my embrace, and I approach the massive, silent man.

Zane shakes my hand, and we pull each other in to smack each other on the back. I speak against Zane’s ear, keeping my voice low.

“Did you find the gift I left you?”

Zane bobs his eyebrows up and down. Yeah, he found it.

Thanks,he signs.

“I hope you made the most of it.”

His grins says he did.

Did Vani take Zane’s monster cock in her ass? Damn, I’m gutted to have missed that. We’ll have to have a repeat show sometime, when we get Lex back, so none of us misses out on the action. Our perfect little ass slut. I picture Vani with her bountiful ass in the air, her hole already stretched and open, and the three of us taking turns fucking her there. I picture us filling her with cum and it dribbling out of her. We’d make her climax so many times that she’d have an out of body experience. Fuck, I'm starting to get hard at the mental image, and I shake it out of my head. Now is not the time. Poor Lex needs help, and, as much as I want to take Vani up to her room and fuck her senseless, we have a call to make.

Plus, the bikers are still looking at me as if they want to murder me, so plowing her ass isn’t in the cards right now.

“We need to call Jarl,” Vani says. “I should do it now. There’s no use in waiting.”

She takes her cell from her pocket and swipes the screen a couple of times. It rings, and a male voice answers.

“I’ve got what you wanted,” she tells Jarl.

She’s put it on speaker so we can all hear.

“Send me a photograph of it in your hand,” he says.

“First, let me speak to Lex.”

“Not happening. I’m the one who controls things around here.”

He sounds strained, and that concerns me.

Vani’s brow wrinkles. “No, Lex first, and then you get a picture.”

“And if I don’t let you speak to your boyfriend, what do you think is going to happen? You have no power here. Just bring me the fucking necklace and then you can see him for yourself.”

Why won’t he take the phone to Lex? Worry twists inside me. He’s not dead. I’d feel it if he were, I’m sure of it. When we were kids, Lex broke his arm falling out of a tree. I hadn’t been with him at the time, or I’d have stopped him, but I remember losing use of that hand before I’d even known what had happened. It had been like my entire right hand suddenly went completely numb and I hadn’t even been able to pick up a pen. It hadn’t lasted for very long—probably only a matter of seconds—but it had been long enough to be frightening. The moment I’d seen Lex with his arm in a cast, I’d known what had happened.

But there must be another reason he’s not letting us speak to Lex now.

Jarl is right, though; what can we do? We’d end up in a stalemate, with us refusing to bring him the necklace and his refusing to let us speak to Lex. All we want is for this to be over so we can all get back to our lives.

Vani takes out the cross, snaps a picture with her phone, and sends it to Jarl. “Did you get it?” she asks.

There’s a pause, and then he says, “Yes. I got it. What about the other shit we talked about?”

He means who really hurt his daughter.

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