Viper (Hell's Handlers MC Book 9) by Atlas Lilly

Author:Atlas, Lilly [Atlas, Lilly]
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub
Publisher: Lilly Atlas Books
Published: 2020-07-18T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

1983 - TENNESSEE

“The fuck are we doing here, Sarge?” Viper murmured across the booth as he murdered his friend with his eyes.

The urge to plow his fist through his friend’s face nearly had him lunging across the slightly sticky table. For the tenth time in as many seconds, his gaze shifted to the door of the women’s restroom. If Cassie didn’t emerge in the next thirty seconds, he was going in. “I brought my fucking woman, for fuck’s sake.” He slammed his palm on the table and counted it a victory for his usually well reined in temper. At least he hadn’t connected that hand with Sarge’s smug fucking face. “You fucking told me to bring her. Had I known—”

“Had you known, you wouldn’t have agreed to come. I fucking know that, V.” Sarge rested back against the torn vinyl of the booth, arms crossed, and a self-satisfied smirk on his face. “Why the hell do you think I didn’t tell you where we were going? Cass’ll be fine. You’re woman’s tough as shit. Untwist your panties, brother.”

Once again Viper flicked a glance at the closed entrance to the women’s bathroom. What the fuck was taking her so long?

“She’s fine, Jesus, you’re a goddammed mother hen.” Sarge waved off Viper’s concern. His faded Van Halen T-shirt had seen better days and his once clean-shaven face now sported a thick beard. With each passing day, his criticism of Viper’s monogamous status grew tenfold. If Sarge wasn’t trying to shove some skanky party girl in Viper’s face, he was lecturing him on the virtues of having new pussy each night. “You need to watch it, or you might never get your balls back.”

Fine by him. He had no problem admitting Cassie owned him as much, maybe more than the club did. The club…fuck. Had the prez even sanctioned this little…whatever Sarge had cooked up?

For the past year, he and Sarge had been prospecting with the Handlers club. Even living the shitty life of a prospect for the goddammed second time around, Viper fucking loved club life. Amazing how this MC could be so different than the one he’d come from, yet inspire the same loyalty and brotherhood in him. Probably even a stronger sense since he couldn’t imagine a situation that would cause him to turn his back on his newfound club.

Sarge, on the other hand, had been restless since day one. Whenever possible, he cut corners, skirted work, and bitched about being a prospect. It was a wonder none of the patched brothers had caught on to his shitty attitude, but he’d managed to fly under the radar for nearly twelve months.

There’d been more than one occasion recently, where Viper had nearly walked away rather than covering for Sarge’s lazy ass. The guy didn’t even ask anymore, just assumed Viper would jump in and clean his shit before anyone discovered whatever it’d been he’d forgotten, fucked up, or just plain didn’t give a shit about. But in the end, he’d hustled and busted his ass to get the work of two prospects done.

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