Page 39 of Viper
“Nah,” another chimes in, “there is no way she would let you touch her, I heard she was dating a brother to get his cut.”
I pause. What fucking woman is dating a brother to get his cut?
I frown, not able to think of anyone, well, no one whose an officer. Medic isn’t seeing anyone, Venom only has eyes for Raya who wants fuck all to do with him, though they’ll both deny it and me, well, my heart is in shatters because Lake and I didn’t fucking communicate like we should have.
Unless they mean a different club…
“I swear to fuck, I fucked Cherri’s daughter at The Dive in the hallway,” the guy gloats as Psycho stops near me and his mouth drops hearing the fuckers words while I squeeze my glass in my fist as I slowly turn my head to see who spoke.
A medium-built guy with dark brown hair and blond highlights in a man bun grins widely with pride as his friends stare at him in disbelief.
“Nah,” a bald guy replies, refusing to believe it, and he says, “I get people say she’s like Cherri, but I’ve seen this girl around town. She doesn’t look at any man who tries to pay her any attention. She seems sweet, not the kind for a quick fuck.”
No, there is no fucking way Lake allowed this jackass to touch her, not when my hands were the only ones that had touched her intimately.
“It was all a lie. I could never love a whore.”
My words haunt me from yesterday, and bile rises as the soon-to-be-dead man grins wide and replies, “Well, she did, I mean she was slashed off her face, but still, I fucked her hard and fast last night, and guys, she is tight, very fucking tight.”
I squeeze my hand tighter before the glass smashes, but no one notices, either too drunk or the music too loud, while the fucker states, “I can even prove it and not just because of what she was wearing, but I have it on video. She didn’t moan or anything, but I won’t take it personally, the woman could barely stand.”
“What the fuck, you filmed her without her consent?” the bald guy snaps, “You know the Dark Angel’s won’t let you join if they know that!”
The idiot chuckles as I slowly stand, unable to stop my anger as he states, “They’ll never find out, and besides, she probably won’t remember it. I double-gloved, you know, with her being Cherri’s daughter, though I have to say, she felt so much fucking better.”
His friends shake their heads and walk away while he laughs, “Oh come on, it was consensual, she told me to take her, well, slurred it anyhow and I–”
His words cut off as I grip the back of his neck and he freezes seeing Psycho standing beside him, full of anger while me, I’m ready to snap his fucking neck right here, not giving a shit who is around.
He fucked my girl, my fucking girl!
See, this is why I need to go, because I can’t watch her be with someone else, and unless I can get my head straight, that'swhat's going to happen. Last night she wasn’t fully aware of her actions and that's my fault.
“H-Hey Psycho,” the guy stutters.
“Got some gloating going on, have we, Joey?” Psycho replies coldly, and the guy trembles in my hold. Without a word, I grip the back of his neck tighter and drag him towards the hallway.
Not once does he struggle, not stupid enough, and I have to tell yah, I’m fucking glad I convinced Blade to build a torture chamber underneath the strip club.
“Blade, we have a problem, get to the strip club,” I hear Psycho say and the guy stutters, “I-I please,” but I ignore him as Dirty, who I didn’t see follow us, unlocks the door next to my office and I drag the fucker, Joey, down the steps. Dirty opens the next metal door and I shove the fucker hard, he trips into the soundproof room, his body trembling as he looks around, seeing his fate.
“So,” I say as I remove my cut, handing it to Psycho, “you like to fuck women who are so drunk they can’t give accurate consent?”
He swallows as he stands, his jeans wet from where he’s pissed himself.
This fucker touched what I claimed a year ago, and now, he’s signed his death warrant.
I slowly stalk him as he backs up with his hands up and he stammers, “She-she said y-yes…”
“You said she was intoxicated,” I remind him, and he shakes his head and lies, “I, I was just playing with the guys…”
Psycho cuts in and admits, “Venom sent me the footage from The Dive. Brother, Lake could barely keep her body upright, and when she left, she was in tears.”
The wet patch spreads as his eyes widen, and I tilt my head at him, an evil smirk slowly etching on my face as I stalk over to him. His back hits the wall, and without a word, I pull my fistback before connecting it with his jaw, causing him to stumble into the soundproof wall.
“I, she consented,” he pleads as he clutches his jaw, and I get in his face and growl, “Consent also means coherent, which she was not!” I punch him again, this time in the stomach, making him cough and fall to his knees before my boot connects with it next, and he screams, “Please, she said yes!”
The more he reminds me she agreed, even if she was off her face, the more my anger builds because I know this was my fault. She wouldn’t have gotten fucked up if I weren’t such a prick.
