Not own fucking nightclubs for us and getting stop signs from my cousin!
He ripped the whiskey bottle from me.
“You want to get drunk. Fuck off to a bar and actually pay for a drink Viper. Ya a spoiled brat.”
I chuckled and pushed myself away from the bar.
“At least I’m not a coward who lets my best mate fuck his daughter.”
Reaper’s knuckles tightened at his side.
Come on, throw a punch….
Axe gripped my arm. Pulled me from the fight I wanted.
I shoved his grip off me when he pulled me out of the club. Didn’t break eye contact with the old man until the clubhouse door swung shut.
“What the fuck has got into you! You got a death wish? Cause that’s the fucking Reaper. You might be his son. But ya pushing it.” Axe roared at me.
“You can fuck off with the rest of them.”
I strolled to my bike.
Called themselves fucking bikers and were getting a woman to put her name down laundering club property.
Had nothing I wanted to say to any of them that wore a cut. Fucking weak men.
I woke up to something heavy being thrown on my bed. Then the light was switched on and I covered my eyes.
What time was it?
What the hell was going on?
Then I saw Viper. Standing there. Glaring at me.
He pointed to the heavy thing in the bed.
“Kingston dropped that off for you.”
What?
I looked at…a stop sign. I felt my stomach drop and the air escape my lungs.
“So that’s your fucking type, is it? Insane men. Broken to the fucking core.” He was roaring at me.
I looked from the stop sign to him.
“It means something to me, Viper. That’s it.” I couldn’t really understand why he was acting like this.
“Yeah means ya fucking my cousin. Kingston out of all of them. Man will hit you if you say the wrong word.”
“Don’t say that about him!”
He chuckled darkly, shaking his head. “Now ya defending him. Typical.”
“Viper. What is wrong with you?” I yelled. This wasn’t Tyson. Then I gestured a hand at him. “You are the one acting like a mental case.”
He looked at me and I felt scared for the first time and pushed myself up the bed.