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“Damn straight, I would,” he says. “But I have to be completely honest. I don’t like the idea that you’re not safe in your home, and maybe until you know what this guy’s intentions are, you should stay with me.”
I shake my head. “I don’t know if that’s really a good idea. I don’t want to do anything that’s going to set him off.”
“Babe,” he says, his tone low. “Have you considered that maybe fucking you while you sleep could only be scratching the surface of what he wants?” he questions. “I don’t want to wake up one day and find you dead in your bed.”
“That’s not going to happen.”
“How could you know that?”
“I . . .” I let my words fall away because honestly, he’s right. I don’t know that, I’m just blindly trusting that he wouldn’t hurt me, but in reality, there’s absolutely nothing to suggest he wouldn’t. He’s already shown that he’s messed up in the head, already shown that he’s willing to cross boundaries, so what else is he capable of? And what is it that he actually wants from me?
“Come on,” Alex says, pressing his hand to my lower back and leading me down the street, clearly seeing how conflicted I am by the question. “Let me take you home.”
I nod and let him lead me along the sidewalk, hoping like fuck it’s not a question I have to think about for long.
30
VIPER
Angerboomsthroughmychest as I crash down onto my couch. I spent the night watching Kyah’s neighbor fuck her in the tattoo parlor, making it clear that she has no fucking respect for the talk we had yesterday.
That pussy is mine. I should have been the one bending her over and fucking her like that. Hell, I’m the one who’s put in the years coming to her shop, put in the effort to keep her protected in this fucking town, and yet she still doesn’t fucking respect me.
I’m her old man, and the fact that she doesn’t even acknowledge or see that makes me fucking burn inside. I’m reaching my limit, and the more I see her flaunting this new shit with her neighbor, the more humiliating it becomes.
My club knows she belongs to me, knows that I’ve gone out of my way to protect her, and she repays me by rubbing it in my fucking face and making me the fucking laughing stock of my club. This shit isn’t going to fly another day.
She’s mine, and her time for fucking around is up. But first, there’s one little speed bump standing in my way, but it’s nothing I can’t handle.
Alex fucking Reid will die tonight, and it will be my pleasure.
I’ve been looking into this bastard, and he’s not as squeaky clean as I originally assumed. Hell, there’s a murder charge and a warrant out for his arrest. Apparently, mommy dearest did something to really ruffle his feathers because he did a number on that bitch, and judging from the crime scene photos, it wasn’t a spur-of-the-moment thing. It was premeditated and carefully planned. It’s no wonder he was dishonorably discharged from the military. Though, it’s that same military who has given him the skills to evade lockup all these years, but not anymore. Not now that he’s in my town.
Bringing up the security feed of Kyah’s home, I watch as she walks across her small apartment and over to her window. It’s wide open, and her hands hover on the frame, peering out into the night, though all she’s going to see in the street is Spider sitting out on his bike, watching over her. Though with Mason Ledger dead, I could probably pull her protection details, only I can’t quite find it in myself to do it. I like to have this kind of control, knowing where she is at every moment of the day, knowing who she sees, and who she talks to.
A soft breeze catches in her hair from the open window, and when she finally slides it back into place, she doesn’t grab the key and lock it. I shake my head. She’s never been one to think about her safety. She’s daft like that, but it won’t be something she will have to worry about once I make her my old lady. There’s nowhere she will go without my say-so, and absolutely no one will have access to her. She will be protected at all times. And as for that job of hers, she can continue working at High Voltage Ink as long as I have full access to her schedule and the ability to approve her client list. Though one thing is for sure, the long hours spent working on half naked men will be over, and there will be a lot of tramp stamps in her future.
Kyah disappears from the camera’s frame, and I skim through the different feeds until I find her in the kitchen, pouring herself a glass of water and digging through the freezer for ice. She drops the cubes into the glass and strides into her room. Flipping to the next camera angle, I watch her place the glass on her bedside table and pull her phone out of her back pocket, tossing it down on her bed.
Then as she grabs her tank and pulls it over her head, she makes her way into the bathroom. I switch over to my private feed, watching through my hidden camera as she gets undressed and steps into the shower. The water rains down over her, and as she rubs her loofah all over her body, I slip my hand into my pants, imagining the day that I will take her for myself.
As she finishes in the shower and gets ready for bed, I switch back to the main feed and take a look at the movement in her hallway, making sure all is as it should be, and realizing that now is as good a time as ever, I grab my cut and walk straight back out the door.
The ride to Kyah’s apartment complex is short, only fifteen minutes in the dead of night, and I pull up beside Spider, nodding as he meets my gaze. “Take off, man,” I tell him. “I’ve got it from here.”
He doesn’t hesitate, letting his bike rumble to life before taking off into the night, and I waste no time, cutting my engine and making my way across the street. As I approach the front door, trying to remember the access code for the building, a movement in the shadows catches my attention.
My head snaps up, and when the shadows seem to swallow the person whole, I move toward it, darting around the corner of Kyah’s building and toward the fire escape that leads right up to her window. Only I come to a stop, not seeing anybody.
I peer into the darkness, checking up and down the length of Kyah’s building, but come up blank. I could have sworn I saw someone sneaking around here. Was it just a trick of the light or am I finally starting to lose my fucking mind?
Figuring it was nothing, I go to make my way out of the alley when I feel something press into my back, only before I get the chance to grab the bastard, a sharp burn appears at the base of my throat. My eyes widen, and I clutch my neck to find blood pouring over my hands.
Have I been cut?
I start choking on my own blood as the body at my back leans in once again. “You’ll never have her. She’s mine, Viper. All fucking mine.” And before I even get a chance to look back or fight, I drop to my knees and feel a rush of cold overwhelm my body, darkness edging my vision.
As blood pours from the deep gash in my throat and quickly pools beneath me, I stare up at the starry night sky. My limbs go heavy, too heavy to continue clutching my throat and my hand falls lifelessly beside me. The stars above begin to blur until the world completely fades away and then finally, I close my eyes, losing grasp of consciousness.
