Chapter 16 Let me have another ride on that perfect cock
Catalina’s pov
I chose my clothes with care: army green capris in a soft linen and a simple white crop top. Then came the vest, settling on my shoulders with a weight that felt like a promise. A wave of pure, uncomplicated joy moved through me. Viper was waiting for me, wearing only his dark jeans and his cut, his bare chest a testament to a kind of casual, powerful grace that made my mouth water.
Our entrance into the common room was met with a storm of noise, whistles, the pounding of fists on tables, a chorus of approval. The women, the old ladies and girlfriends, closed in around me, their embraces warm and welcoming. I saw Jenna behind the bar, already pouring shots and cracking open beers, her own vest a mirror of mine. She caught my eye, her smile genuine as she pressed her fingers to her lips and sent a kiss my way.
We found Torque by his workstation, the buzz of his tattoo machine a low hum in the air.
“Heard you’re looking for some ink, Poca Loca.”
A laugh escaped me; I adored that name.
“Yes. I want ‘Viper’ on my ring finger, just like he has mine.”
“No,” Viper said.
I turned to him. “What do you mean, no? You said I could have your name.”
“You can. But it will be ‘Torque,’ not ‘Viper.’”
“Torque?”
“That is my name, babe. Torque Riot Michaelson.”
“My God,” I breathed, “you even have a fucking hot name.” He and Torque broke into loud, shared laughter.
“Babe, could you get me something to eat? I am starving.”
“Of course. What do you want?”
“A grilled cheese?”
“Consider it done.”
I watched him until he disappeared into the kitchen. The moment the door swung shut, I spun back and began working the tie on my capris.
“Catalina? What the hell are you doing?” Torque’s voice held a note of genuine alarm. I glanced over my shoulder and locked eyes with Jenna.
“Stall him, Gunner. I need ten minutes.” She gave a quick, sharp nod and headed for the kitchen.
Attention was starting to gather. I had to move. I pushed my pants down; a wave of whistles circled the room, and I answered with a raised middle finger, which only made the laughter louder. I stood there in my red thong.
“I need you to ink ‘Property of Viper’ right here,” I said, pointing to the space just above my pubic bone.
“He is going to murder me. My face will be right there.”
“You are practically my brother, Torque. I trust you. Jenna trusts you.”
“Why do you call her Gunner?”
“She has not told you?”
“Lie down on the table. And no, she has not.”
“Well, maybe she wants to be the one to tell you.”
“Or maybe you do not want this tattoo as much as you think you do,” he challenged.
“Fine. The short version, and you can get the rest from her. But I need privacy for this.”
He scanned the room, taking in the captivated audience of brothers. “Can we get some fucking privacy in here?”
There were grumbles, but they all obeyed, filing out of the clubhouse with the women.
“That was convenient.”
“I am the Sergeant-at-Arms. They listen to me; I am third in command.”
“That is seriously cool.”
“Start talking. We are running out of time.”
“Right. Okay. Our father was an elite assassin for the Italian mafia. Some terrible shit went down. The family he worked for had me, Jenna, and our mother taken. Our mother died. My father lost his mind, turned evidence against them, and we went into Witness Protection. He trained Jenna and me for our own safety. I am exceptional with knives. Jenna is a prodigy with guns. She can outshoot anyone.”
He was already cleaning the skin, his touch so light I felt nothing. I was impressed. In a beautiful, flowing script, the tattoo appeared: Property of Viper. He even added BRM beneath it. He smoothed a clear gel over the work and covered it with a bandage.
“Take that off in a few hours. Now, for the love of God, put your pants on before he comes out here and ends my life.”
I laughed and did as I was told. Then I offered him my hand, and he tattooed ‘Torque’ in a gentle curve around my ring finger.
“Thank you, Torque. Talk to Jenna. I will tell her to share our story. Viper already knows. It is brutal. You know about the Ropello wedding massacre?”
“Everyone knows about that.”
“That was us. Jenna, my dad, and I.”
His jaw went slack. I winked, then turned and walked toward the kitchen.
Sophie
I stepped back into the clubhouse after a long absence. I had needed time to let my temper settle. That stupid bitch had actually cut my face. I could not believe Viper had chosen her that night. I was far prettier; my body was all lush curves, while she was just toned and skinny, I doubted there was any softness to her at all. I had thought my night with Viper meant something. He never fucked the club girls. None of them had ever gotten a rise out of him. Only me. Sure, he was completely wasted, but I was the one who had gotten him into my bed. Or, well, I had hoped for his room, but he took me right there in the common area for everyone to watch. I got over my initial surprise; when I hesitated, he said he would find another girl, and that got me moving. After I finished riding him, I tried to kiss him, but he just picked me up and dumped me on the couch. I watched him tear the condom off and throw it in the trash. I would have dug it out to try and get his seed, to try for a baby, but there were too many people watching, and then Rockstar wanted my attention. Now I was back, and I was determined to get Viper to sleep with me again. This time, I would be the one putting the condom on him. I had poked holes in every single one.
Dinner was in full swing. I saw that Jenna girl walk out of the kitchen, and my jaw practically hit the floor. She was wearing a property vest. Who the fuck made her an old lady? I watched, stunned, as she walked over to a table and settled onto Torque’s lap, feeding him a fry. I never saw that coming. Then Viper appeared from the hallway and moved to sit at the same table. I saw an empty chair right beside him. I walked over, my body poured into a black halter dress and a pair of red heels, my hair in a high ponytail, my makeup perfect. I came up behind him and wound my arms around his shoulders, leaning over so my breasts pressed into his back.
“Hi, handsome. Did you miss me? I sure missed you. Let me have another ride on that perfect cock.”
The conversation died instantly. His whole body went rigid beneath my touch. I heard someone mutter, “Oh, shit,” and then a hand fisted in my hair. I screeched at the sudden, blinding pain. I was thrown backward, and a fist connected squarely with my mouth. I hit the ground. Blinking through tears, I looked up and saw her, the whore from that night, the one who had marked my face. My eyes widened in disbelief as I saw her turn, showing the back of her cut. Property of Viper. Are you fucking kidding me? Everyone at the table was laughing, Viper included.
“You better get out of here, before my Angel decides to get any closer to you.”
I looked at the girl. She was coming back toward me, and she was absolutely livid. I scrambled to my feet and ran for the door, but I was not fast enough. This bitch grabbed my ponytail again, yanking me backward with brutal force before releasing me. I turned around, and she was just standing there, my severed ponytail held in her hand. I gasped, my hands flying to the ragged ends of my hair. She had cut it off. I lunged for her. She just stepped back. I heard chairs being pushed back, and then a woman’s voice said, “Let her handle this.” No one moved to stop us. Fine by me. I was going to destroy this bitch. I took a wild swing; she ducked under it. I tried to grab her, but she drove a kick into my stomach, punched me in the face again, this time, I felt my nose break with a sickening crunch, and then she slapped me, hard. “You fucking bitch!” I screamed, turning and running for real this time. I would get even with this cunt, one way or another.