Page 22 of Viper's Claim

“Ready to get on the piss!” Eve yelled across the room. Hannah whacked her arm.

“You could say it less like a beer growling bloke.”

“Whatever,” She shook her head. “So Aurora, are you interested?”

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I was sure the clubhouse was used to parties. But when the Wilson’s girls drank, they drank hard, and it didn’t bother them. The music was pouring out, music I was sure had never been played in the clubhouse before. Like right now ‘Boss Bitch’ was playing.

I nudged Eve. “Can you explain why those women keep staring at me?”

Eve smirked. “Not staring honey,” And she poured another line of shots. Turning around with two in her hand. “They’re giving you death glares. You don’t have to be nice to them.” She handed me the drink. “My brother has a reputation.”

“Clearly,” I looked away from them, not going to approach them.

“So this is called a widow watch,” Hannah explained. “Basically, it is where all women wait and see which man comes back shot or not at all.” I could tell she was being light-hearted or trying to be but with Brad doing this job. She was nervous.

“I’m sure the men have a handle on it.” I gave her a warm smile. “After all, he could face down your old man for your hand in marriage. I think he is basically bulletproof.”

That made her force a weak smile into a grin.

“That’s it. I’m handling this.” Eve pushed herself from the bar.

I looked in the direction she was storming off in and noticed it was straight to the women who hadn’t stopped glaring at me.

“Eve’s going to pull shreds off them,” Hannah mumbled.

I got up and followed Eve. Just as she was about to have a confrontation scene. I gripped her arm. Taking her attention off them and on to me.

I turned to them. “I’m sorry I haven’t introduced myself. I'm a friend of Viper’s.” Silence, well more death glares.

One put her cards down. “Well we can tell, Viper always likes to make an impact. Clearly, he has left his mark on you.”

They were calling Viper a woman beater? Because I was covered in bruises?

And just like that, I snapped. I pushed Eve back. “Bitch, you can glare at me, threaten me. But if you ever imply Viper as a woman beater, I’ll be—”

“What? Paint me in nail polish?” She stood up. “You answer phone calls for a living. Viper must just need a punching bag.”

She stood up, walking around the table.

“Have you ever heard those terms' hell's bells?” I calmly said and let go of Eve. I grew up my whole life with Ashley, Aiden, and Andrew. I knew how to throw a punch.

“No,” She scoffed as if it wasn’t a common sentence spoken.

“Well, it’s when you rang the bells of hell asking for the devil.”

“And you’re the devil are you?”

“Oh honey, you’ll be wishing.” And I forced my head quickly forward, head butting her. She dropped to the ground. And I punched her in the jawline, right at the fracture point. She screamed in pain at that. And I pulled her hair back. “I’m not a trained house cat. I’m a street feral that fights. Remember that next time.” And I climbed back up. Feeling a lot worse off than her. My body was beaten, bruised, but it was worth it.

Eve and Hannah were standing there like they had witnessed a scene that was so confronting. Instead of a catfight.

“What?” I asked them, as the bitch rolled and cried on the ground. “She insulted your brother. I couldn’t have that.”

They turned to look at me. “Yeah, that’s the point. You fought like how mum does when dad’s threatened.”

I wasn’t sure what to say to that. Had I shown protection? They were calling him a woman beating. I wasn’t having that.

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