Page 27 of Viper's Claim

“Let’s go.” I clipped the seat belt in.

She didn’t question me, just started backing the car out of the lot.

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I found myself back at the clubhouse. When I knew Scarlett would have left. I actually think she would have left as soon as she saw it was me.

I walked past Viper’s room. When I saw it ajar. I paused. Then I couldn’t stop myself from opening the door.

There he lay on the bed. Looking half-strung out and clearly drunk. But that wasn’t what shocked me. It was the fact tears ran down his cheeks, as he laid back on the bed. A burning cigarette between his fingers.

I found myself walking to his side. Took the burning cigarette from his fingers and butted it out.

“What’s wrong Tyson?” I sat down beside him.

The fact he was with another woman. The woman he’d always love. Didn’t matter at that moment.

“You should run from me,” He stated while staring up at the ceiling. “Just like everyone else.”

“Did you have a fight with Cleo?”

I assumed that was the reason for the state he was in.

“She was here with divorce papers. We drunkenly got married one night. So I signed them and she left with her little sister.”

I sighed.

“It will pass Tyson.”

“What?”

“The hollowness. You will feel again, Tyson. You don’t need her to complete you.”

Silence.

“You know love is a mixture of all colors and so it should be. If we don’t experience the darkness of grey and black, we can’t love the bright colors when they come in our life.”

I placed my hand over his.

“You’ll be okay.”

His head dropped to the side. Tears filled his eyes. I saw his pain. I saw. . . Tyson.

“I won’t ever love you right. I can’t be the man you need. I’m fucking broken and mentally fucked up. You need to leave Aurora before my damaged fucked up self, ruins you.”

My hand went from his, and I placed it on his cheek. Wiping away the tears with my thumb.

“You can’t ruin me when I’m already damaged. Tyson.”

“You’re perfect.” He choked out. “And I’ll fuck that up. I can’t love you.”

I tilted my head.

I knew he didn’t mean that he can’t love me. He couldn’t lose me, is what he meant.

“Then don’t love me.” I bring my face down to his. “I'm still not going anywhere.”

That’s when I kissed his forehead.

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