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“Hey uh…” I say when close as he opens his car door and looks my way with a brow raise. I clear my throat because well he never gave me his name and wringing my hands together, a tick I never grew out of when scared or nervous, I say, “I’ve never actually done this before but I was uh, wondering if you’d like to go out for a drink later?”
Both his brows hit his hairline in shock and I suck in a breath and hold it.
Please don’t say no….
Chapter 2
Viper – Age Twenty Six
I slowly wipe my bottom lip with my thumb as I eye the door at the bar the club owns, wondering if I made a mistake agreeing to this date. I mean, fuck, Ineverdate, only getting off with ring girls or the strippers at Dark Angel’s Girls that I run. I refuse to touch a clubwhore knowing they become possessive with the brothers.
So why in the fuck did I say yes to this girl?
Originally, when she nearly bumped into me, I was pissed. She wasn’t looking where she was going, and I could have been holding Tate, my pseudo-niece that I sometimes have with me when I go to the gym.
Fury, formally known as Nyx, screwed a hang-around four years ago to try and run from his feelings after Brick demanded he get to know his daughter and encourage her to come home.
Unfortunately for Brick though, his plan backfired because the fucker fell in love with his daughter. He decided to tell her the truth once he realized there was no running from his feelings, even planned to propose but Lacey, a now clubwhore who in my eyes shouldn’t be one because she has fuck all to do with Tate, had popped up like an unwanted daisy with a pregnancy test right before Fury went to tell Skylar everything and beg for forgiveness.
The bitch tried trapping him on purpose and would have worked if Fury hadn’t met Skylar but despite his feelings for her, Fury dumped Skylar that night so he could focus on Tate after dropping the bomb that he was a brother. He admitted to lying to her and using her for the club but ever since, he’s regretted his decision and has been trying to win her back but to no avail.
I sigh before taking another sip of my beer. My generation of brothers, they like to fuck up a lot but on the bright side none have cheated like our fathers had. I mean Blade, formally known as Leo, did call his old lady a patch chaser and a traitor after she kept quiet about being Axe’s sister, the president of the Furies MC who we were at the time beginning a war with us caused by their then VP that no one was aware of.
Turned out he raped Luna every chance he got from the age of thirteen, the sick fuck, and no one in her brother's club believed her when she brought it up after the first time, including her own brother.
Even before hearing her truth, Blade wanted her back and thankfully, after she killed her demon, she and Blade got married and he’s there for her every single day. He’s helping her realize that even though they may not be able to have kids because of her trauma, he loves her and will never let her go.
Psycho also messed up a little by trying to allow Ivy, whom he fell madly in love with, to live her own life. She is now seeingsomeone, and don’t get me started on Venom with Ivy’s best friend, Raya.
The idiot is adamant she’s using Ives for his cut, and as each day goes by where he’s a dick to her, her crush she’s had on him for years, a crush everyone except for him can see, disappears.
So like I said, my generation is fucking up left, right, and center. So why did I agree to this?
I sigh as I look at my drink, her sweet voice coming back to me.
“I’m Lake, by the way,” she quickly adds, and my lips tilt at her quirkiness, the shock that she’s just asked me out slowly wearing off.
“Jaylen,” I reply, not wanting to give away that I’m a brother. Why, I don’t really know, but something is telling me not to mention it.
As soon as I locked eyes with her, I was entranced. I wasn’t wearing my cut, I never do when I fight or train in the ring, so she had no idea who I was, but she also looked way too sweet for me. I walked away knowing that hitting on her will do us no good. I didn’t expectherto askmeout for drinks though. Don’t get me wrong, you could see she was nervous, and it was clear as day she hadn’t done it before, but it took guts, especially when I was dismissive.
“Hey Viper, where’s your cut?” Matty asks, and I look at him to see his brows furrowed as he grips his prospect cut with pride.
“Long story,” I reply, “but whatever you do, don’t call me my road name for the evening.” His mouth parts in shock so I admit reluctantly, “A woman asked me out on a date after I left the gym, I don’t want her knowing I’m club.”
The light clicks on for him as he mutters, “Oh, want to make sure she’s not a patch chaser, got it,” before he turns and walks away towards a customer, and I chuckle as the girl's eyes light up seeing he’s her server.
The fucker is over seven feet tall, full of muscles with wavy brown hair, and the women eat that shit up. Which is why when he applied to be a prospect last month after being a hang-around for a year, we put him on bar duty here.
He’s managed to double what we used to make.
Chuckling at the drool the girl basically has going on right now, I check the time again, but scowl seeing Lake is nearly twenty minutes late.
What the fuck? I never wait on a girl, fucking never!
I mutter, “Fuck this shit,” and move to get up because clearly I’m being stood up, but pause when Matty walks past, grunting, “Incoming, gorgeous red head coming your way.”
I turn to see Lake quickly rushing over to me, and I have to swallow my tongue at her tardiness because fuck me, sheisgorgeous.
