Viper

Book 1

If there's one thing the Ashton Grove M.C. can't stand, it's a man taking his fists to a woman. When Viper sits down to a game of poker with the Red Devils M.C., and their Sergeant at Arms tosses a woman in as his bet, Viper knows he has to win at all costs. Battered and bruised, he can only imagine the horrors she's faced, but once he wins her, Viper has no clue what to do with her.

Scarlet feels so dirty she may never come clean, but now that she's away from the Red Devils, she can let down her guard. There's something about Viper's touch that sets her on fire and makes her want more, even if he hasn't looked at her in that way. As much as Scarlet would love to go back to her old life, she knows that isn't possible.

With Viper's wolf prodding him along, and the lecherous glances of his brothers sending him into a rage, he knows it's only a matter of time before he claims Scarlet. But after everything she's been through, does she have what it takes to be an old lady?

WARNING: Contains adult content, attempted SA, and violence. Guaranteed HEA and no cliffhanger.

SNEAK PEEK -- Rated R for Violence

The gun was cool against his palm, his heartbeat steady and sure, as he trained the weapon on the Prospect in front of him. He watched the man sweat, the pulse pounding in his throat, as he held his hands up in surrender, pants still around his ankles. Viper wasn’t satisfied. He didn’t just want him to be afraid; he wanted him to taste death. The Loup Garous M.C. members, Ashton Grove chapter, weren’t saints, but they also believed in a swift justice when it came to rapists.

The girl cowered in the corner, her clothes torn from her body, bruises forming on her arms and thighs. The fingermarks on her pale skin were enough to set off Viper all over again. He’d walked into the boardroom, intending to find a little quiet time, but instead had walked in on a nightmare. The girl was the responsibility of the Loup Garous—his responsibility—until they could figure out what to do with her. She’d been won in a hand of poker, but she knew too much to release her, and yet they weren’t sure she fit in with the club.

Viper held out his free hand, motioning for her to come closer. “I won’t hurt you, Scarlet.”

She moved swiftly, keeping an eye on the Prospect, as she zipped around him and hurried to Viper’s side. Scarlet stood beside him, her gaze fastened on her would-be rapist. Her slight frame trembled, but Viper doubted it was from the cold. He knew a little of her story and knew she’d been abused at the hands of the Red Devils MC, the bastards he’d won her from in a lucky hand of poker. He was glad he’d gotten her away from the outlaw scum, but he hadn’t a clue what to do with her. He wasn’t ready to settle down with an old lady, and after the trauma she’d suffered, she’d never make it as a party girl for the club.

“What do you want me to do with him?” Viper asked.

Scarlet licked her lips, and with a shaky hand, she reached for the gun. Curious, Viper let her have it. The worst she could do was kill the Prospect, which was what he’d intended to do anyway. He watched as she leveled the gun at the asshole, but as her finger squeezed the trigger, she dropped her aim, sending three rounds into the jackass’ dick. Viper winced at the justice, but he wasn’t about to stop her. If she wanted to beat the asshole while he was down, Viper would let her. It was the least she deserved.

Wordlessly, Scarlet handed the gun back to him, staring dispassionately at the Prospect writhing on the ground. The gunfire had brought several of Viper’s brothers into the room, each halting in their tracks when they reached Viper’s side.

“What the fuck, man?” Scorch said. “You should have just killed the bastard if you were going to shoot his dick off.”

Viper shrugged. “Wasn’t me.”