Reckless Fear (The Black Vipers #1) Read Free

hell to do with you. Not too excited about killing a kid who’s done nothing except made some stupid threat.”
    I wiped away as much of the blood as I could, realizing how ridiculous I must look standing in my boxers, covered in blood.
    “Do you have some clothes you can wear out of here?” RC asked.
    I nodded my head, suddenly mute with exhaustion.
    “Well, go fucking get them, Tight.”
    I turned, heading back to the place I’d undressed. A smirk stretched across my face as I realized he’d called me Tight.
    I could do this. I could keep it all together, do whatever they asked me to do.
    But first off, I needed to convince them it was a better idea to keep me than to kill me.

CHAPTER THREE
    My first taste of freedom came on an overcast day, riding on the back of Pops’ bike. A shiver crawled up my spine as a light misting covered us, washing away my old life and baptizing me into a new one…one I’d already killed for.
    I should have felt regret, guilt…something. I’d taken a man’s life for no reason. He’d wronged me in no way. But I wasn’t sorry. In fact, there’d never been another time in my life I’d felt such peace. I simply took his life to save mine. I could live with that.
    The cool air brushed past my face. I closed my eyes and smiled. I’d lived through a day of reckoning with my past and ended up playing with the Devil…or becoming him.
    Either way, things were going to change. I was going to change.
    The loud engines roared a warning to people on the crowded sidewalks as we cruised through the city.
    We’re coming. Get the fuck out of the way.
    And they did. The club didn’t have to demand respect, it took it through blood and pain.
    Searching the faces of the people we passed, I wondered how many of them had walked by me laying in the street cold and hungry. How many looked the other way when I asked for their spare change.
    Acknowledging me would’ve somehow ripped through their cloak of ignorance. The one keeping them safe from all the ugliness in the world. They understood monsters were real, but as long as they didn’t have to see them, they could go on believing dirty stuff only happened in the back alleys of big cities.
    So when they saw me, they looked away. Unable to handle the darkness in their own back yards.
    But today they looked away for a different reason. No one wanted to look upon the faces of living nightmares.
    Before I was a casualty of the unspeakable things happening around me, today I became the cause.
    I had nothing to be confident of, nothing which gave me claim to the club or their reputation. But I took my claim anyway. I was a fucking warrior, I’d made it through Hell and was still here.
    As we drove out of town toward The Black Viper’s compound, The Snake Pit, I let myself envision a life where no one dared take advantage of me again.
    I’d stepped out of the shadows and into the sights of the worst type of predators. The ones who would hang you from the rafters and play with you like your life was worth nothing more than a moment of fun for them…but there was nowhere else I would rather be.
    We rode out of the city, following county roads with little traffic. I tried to take note of signs and mile markers, in case I needed to return. Even as I did, I knew deep down I wouldn’t be going back.
    My stomach twisted as The Pit came into sight.
    The entire place was known to be surrounded with a large wall, topped with barbed wire. A metal gate, armed by club members day and night was the only passage.
    As we got closer, the road leading up to the gate looked alive with movement. People walked in and out of a large building where rows of bikes sat parked in front. A blinking sign read, The Club House. Across the street was a building that resembled a small apartment complex.
    People were all over, drinks in hand, half-dressed girls hanging off their arms. Everyone acknowledged our group, lifting their drinks and shouting their hellos as we rode