Page 57 of Viper
Fuck, I really cannot get a hard-on right now. I know I haven’t had sex in six months, the last time when we made our daughter, but getting hard will get me no fucking favors.
Shaking away the sexy as fuck memory that I’ll most likely jack off to later, I pick up speed.
“Dad didn’t want to come?” she asks quietly after a few minutes, and I snort, making her side eye me with a raised brow.
“Your dad and I have had a few disagreements this week, so him giving me this wasn’t a choice,” I admit and her brows hit her hairline in shock. I chuckle, “Yeah, this was what I was promised, as well as him staying on at the garage if I allowed him to move you back home.”
“Dad’s staying at the garage?” she confirms with a smile, and I nod and look back at the road, replying, “He is, though it wasn’t easy not to just say fuck it and take all your shit to my house.”
“You did not just call my stuff shit!” she says with warning, and I grin with a shrug, making her huff.
“Sorry, but you don’t need all that makeup stuff, you look perfect without it,” I say, and her cheeks heat with the blush I love oh so much that makeup would usually hide, and I smirk.
“It’ll be weird living back at home,” she murmurs, and I promise, “It’s only temporary, Lake, just to make sure you don’t relapse, and after today, I’m going to ensure Cherri is kicked out of the club.”
She sighs, “You don’t need to do that, she has nowhere else to go.”
“I don’t give a shit,” I snap, making her look at me with wide eyes, but I ignore it and growl, “If the kids weren’t around at Sky and Fury’s wedding, I would have choked her to death. Her words are what sent you over, Lake.”
“I know,” she whispers, “but I won’t let her affect me again, I promise, Viper.”
“Jaylen,” I snap, making her jump, and I sigh.
Fuck I really need to control my anger.
I murmur, “Sorry, just, Jaylen alright, Viper doesn’t sound right coming out of your mouth, it never has.”
“Okay,” she whispers, looking at me with concern, and I get it, I’m wired, I can’t help it, two weeks not seeing her was hard, fuck knows how I managed two months, though the fact I kept riding from place to place may have helped a little.
“When was the last time you went to the gym?” she questions, knowing that it is my way of release.
“Before I killed Joey,” I admit.
I had hoped that going nomad would soothe me, but it didn’t.
“You did what?!” she demands with shock, and I look her way quickly before looking back at the road. I admit, “You were drunk, Lake, and he took advantage of you. Not only that,Venom managed to catch on video that he slipped you a date rape drug, a small amount, but enough to make you compliant.”
Fucker is lucky I already killed him because when I found that information out, I was ready for war. Blade did mention he said something about it when I was hitting him which is why Venom looked more at the cameras, but I was in a rage, everything he said didn't register.
“Oh god,” she gasps.
“Yeah, although I didn’t know that at the time when I beat him to death. He’d gloated at the strip club about how he had you, how you could barely stand, which is how I had found out. He recorded you, shorty,” I finish and she clears her throat.
“Okay, so I’m glad he’s dead,” she admits, and I chuckle, gently squeezing her thigh before rubbing my thumb over it.
She’s quiet for a little while before she speaks again and whispers, “There’s so much hurt and pain between us.”
I swallow the lump forming and agree, “There is.”
“So what happens now?” she asks really quietly, and my heart pounds as I ask, “What do you want to happen? Do you want to coparent, or are you still adamant about adoption?”
I want to ask if she can learn to forgive me and work on us, but I know I need to tread carefully and deal with one thing at a time.
“Would she be accepted in the club?” she asks, and I squeeze her leg again and reply, “She will, and if one fucker tries to make her feel like they did you, I’d kill them, I don’t care who, our daughter is my priority, I promise.”
She hums but doesn’t reply, so I keep my mouth shut, allowing her to think.
I know she’s most likely discussed this with the therapist, so I need her to consider it. If she comes up with adoption again, I won’t allow it.
