Give Me War - Kate McCarthy Page 0,11
say war?”
“Yes. The Vipers took you. There’s going to be war over this, Evie.”
“Hell.” My curse is a frustrated whisper. “All the more reason to get me out of here.”
She shakes her head. “You need to stay here where it’s safe.”
“Safe?” Why does she keep saying that? “I’m right in the middle of a viper nest and you think I’m safe?”
“You’re safe here, where you’re protected.”
My eyes widen at that. “Protected?”
A biker appears in the doorway. He’s a large tank of a man, his shoulders stretching far and wide. His dark brown eyes level on the woman. “Angel,” he barks, his voice gravel. Is that her name? Angel? It’s the only piece of her that seems to fit. “You’re done here. Go.”
She doesn’t turn to look at him but her nostrils flare and her chin lifts a touch. In that moment I see eyes full of hate.
“Didn’t you hear me, bitch? Get out.”
“Fuck you, Kermit.”
The man grabs the knot at the back of her shirt and yanks her to him, her back to his front. He seizes her by the jaw, his fingers digging into the flawless cheeks of her face. “Call me Kermit again, bitch, and I’ll slit your throat.” A whole head taller than she is, he wrenches her head upward so she’s looking at him upside down. “I’m either Knight, or when my cock is inside you, I’m God.”
She jerks her head back down. Her eyes find mine and there’s something about her I can’t put my finger on. A familiarity, which doesn’t make sense because she’s a Black Viper and I’ve never met a member before. I never planned to either, and yet here I am.
Gabriella was a Black Viper once, but she wasn’t a real one. She was …
And then it hits me.
Gabriella’s funeral. I got up alone to sing a rendition of Amazing Grace. No music. Just me. My chest ached with loss and my eyes burned raw, and the notes that rang out inside the large, packed church wobbled. That’s when I saw her. She slipped inside, standing in the back. Despite her shattered expression, she gave me an encouraging nod and stayed for my song. And as my gaze roamed above the heads of everyone I knew, meeting the eyes of no one, it returned to the back of the church as the last note rang out to find her gone.
Angel must see the recognition in my face because her eyes flare in warning. Kermit’s grip tightens even more and a growl escapes through her mashed lips. “Maybe we should show her the kind of fun we have around here. Whadda ya say, Angel babe?”
“Fun?” She snorts, but I see the wince of pain, there and gone before I can blink. “You don’t even know how to make a woman orgasm. Fun, my ass.”
“Remind me why I keep you around?” he growls, his arm snaking around her waist, his hand sliding across the face of the viper on her hip before he shoves it inside her pants with a brutal jerk.
A cry of pain leaves her lips, the sound muffled as he squeezes her face harder, holding her tighter against him.
“Remind me!” he yells.
“Because you don’t like your women weak,” she gasps.
“That’s right. I like ‘em with a backbone. It makes breaking them so much more fun.” Laughter rings out as she squirms and he looks at me. “No one is allowed to fuck Angel but me. I don’t like used goods.” His eyes darken on mine as his hand shoves further inside her denim shirts. This time there’s no mistaking the wince of pain on her face. “You’re used goods, Evie, but you got a backbone so I’m willing to make an exception. We could even get it on video. Put it on the internet for everyone to see. All your fans. Your family. Your husband. He wouldn’t touch you again after seeing that.” His hand thrusts and jerks and my stomach rolls. “You know why? Because every time he closed his eyes he’d see me jamming my cock inside your tired, over-worked pussy, and his own would shrivel up and die rather than touch you again.”
My chest squeezes at the horrific image he’s trying to plant in my head. “I would kill you first.”
“Yeah?” His expression perks up as if he’d love to see me try. “I’m going to enjoy touching you. Fucking a Valentine. Such do-gooders. You all make me sick.”
“You don’t touch her,” Angel snaps, and her heel