Page 13 of Viper
I heave a sigh as I place my hands on the shower wall, dropping my head as the water hits my aching body, the open cuts stinging, but I ignore it, enjoying the pain a little.
“Much better than the fucking heartbreak.” I mutter to myself as my chest tightens.
I’m full of bruises, but I can’t seem to make myself care.
Don’t get me wrong, I win my fights, but I allow my opponents to rough me up a little first, to help me try to forget the fucking pain, and slowly, very fucking slowly, I’m drowning.
“So you’re the patch chaser, huh? Was this what this was? Did you seek me out on purpose?”
I squeeze my eyes tight and tense my jaw.
I don’t know if it’s my whole life clouding my judgement, my mother, the women or if the woman I fell fucking madly, deeply in love with did use me for my cut.
Everyone says she didn’t, even her father, but my head won’t let me see any other situation right now. It doesn’t help that every time we see each other we do nothing but sling insults at one another. The love we once held is no longer in sight, and nothing but anger and hurt surrounds us.
I squeeze my eyes tight, Lake’s sweet smile coming back to me.
“Promise me you won’t hurt me,” Lake whispers in the night air outside her little one-bedroom bungalow, and I fucking melt as her eyes look at me full of love and innocence.
Tightening my hold around her waist, I pull her closer towards me before I gently caress her lips.
We’d just had a date, and it was fucking perfect, just her and I three towns over, so the brothers don’t question where my cut is. As always, she was all I could focus on in her knee-length white dress.
Did I picture her walking down the aisle to me in this dress? Yes, yes I did and it fucking scared the living shit outta me but I swallowed the emotion, ignored my racing heart and opened the passenger door to my Charger.
“I could never dream of hurting you, shorty,” I whisper against her lips, and she huffs at the nickname, making me smile before I kiss her harder.
Guess I lied to her, huh? I did hurt her, but she also hurt me.
Should I have told her I was in the club? Maybe, but a big part of me is glad I didn’t.
“She doesn’t even love him,” I hear whispered, and I shake my head, knowing it’s most likely a clubwhore bitching about a brother and his old lady.
Just as I’m about to walk around the corner to go to the common room, I freeze when I hear, “I swear, she doesn’t, she used him to get his cut so I could access his bank account. I always knew Lake would come in handy one day.” Cherri cackles, and anger shoots through me.
I sigh, trying to let the memories wash down the drain, but it isn’t fucking working.
After hearing Cherri’s phone call, which was apparently with her own mother, according to Venom, I lost it. I got drunk and then stupidly made out with Skylar’s old receptionist, who charged her clients more than what they owed, then pocketed the money.
So now, Sky hates me which just fucking sucks because she’s finally giving the club a chance after years of refusing for Anna’s sake. And Lake and I, we’re further apart than we ever were because of course Sky told her what I did and now I feel like I can’t fucking breathe and I’m drowning.
Was she a patch chaser?
Did I get it all wrong?
Did I basically cheat on her even though we’re not together?
I shake my head and for the hundredth time today, I ignore my rational thoughts, my hurt still consuming me, and grab my shower gel before another memory knocks me for six.
“Jaylen, what on earth are you doing?” Lake gasps as she spins my way, and fuck me, there is no better sight than my girl wet and lathered up in the shower, her nipples sticking up waiting to be sucked on.
“What does it look like I’m doing?” I murmur as I grab her ass and lift her, causing her to wrap her legs around my waist, her arms around my neck tightly, and I finish, “I’m enjoying a shower with my girl.”
Four months, that is how long we’ve been together, and I am fucking hooked on the girl.
I didn’t want an old lady. I thought just dating her would be enough, but it isn’t. I’m in love with her, and I don’t plan on letting her go.
As soon as I know she’s ready, I’ll be giving her my cut.
