Viper (Nighthawks MC Book 1)

by C. J. Pinard

  “We’re looking into the disappearance of a young woman named MyAnna Lawson. Do you have any idea where she could be?”

  I had heard about these cops—these BSI agents. They knew all about the supernatural. I was fairly sure the male was an old friend of Kovah’s, but until I could question him, I couldn’t be sure. So, I answered their questions with lies and half-truths.

  “No idea who that is,” I replied. “We have three females in our club but none of them are reported as missing.” I lifted my chin as I sat back in my chair, trying to remain as cool as a cucumber.

  “I see,” Agent Bishop said, scrawling in his notebook. “Have you ever heard of this female—this MyAnna Lawson?”

  I leaned forward in my seat and linked my hands together. “I’m fairly sure you wouldn’t be here if you thought you could tie this missing girl to my club, so why don’t you just get to the fucking point? Agent Bishop.”

  He regarded me for a long time, his lime-green eyes staring into mine. I noted he was well built, about my height, muscle and brawn hiding underneath his fancy suit. “It has been reported that she was kidnapped by vampires on motorcycles, and being that you’re the only MC vampire club in Nawlins, we, of course, came here first.” The kid didn’t mince words, I’d give him that much.

  Those fucking wolves reported her missing? Wow, that was some balls.

  With a well-practiced smirk, I replied, “I’m sorry y’all wasted your time, but we don’t know where the girl is. Try the wolves, they love to kidnap human chicks.”

  Agent Shields frowned and then narrowed her eyes at me. “We never said she was human.”

  Shit.

  Recovering quickly, I grinned and replied, “No, you didn’t, but being she’s missing, I’ll assume she is one. The BSI don’t care about supes who go missing. Just the humans. It’s your job… right?”

  Agent Shields scowled at me as she thumb-typed notes into her phone. After she was done, she pointed to herself, and then to Agent Bishop. “We’ll be in touch. Make no mistake.”

  I breathed a sigh of relief as they left my office. The last fucking thing I needed was the cops on my ass. The supernatural cops were the worst. They knew our powers and what we were capable of. As I mulled over my dilemma, I realized the only way out of this clusterfuck was to get rid of MyAnna and put her up in that apartment. Even if I had to compel her into forgetting about me afterward.

  She looked up at me with wide brown eyes full of fear. She glanced at the Mississippi River as its choppy but lazy waves glistened under the moonlight. “You can’t just leave me here.”

  Shadow chuckled. “The fuck we can’t.”

  “But I don’t want to live here.” MyAnna ignored him and stared at me, pleading and desperation in her eyes. I knew I had to do something, but I couldn’t bring myself into compelling her just yet.

  Face had the apartment fully furnished and had already transferred ten thousand dollars into her account so she would be okay for a while. It was at the front doors to this apartment’s lobby with a view of the Mississippi where we now stood.

  “Those cops won’t ever let up,” Phoenix said from behind me. “Trust me, I know this first-hand.”

  I didn’t want to ask what he meant by that. So, instead, I looked at MyAnna. “Look, woman, we’ve got you set up in an apartment. It’s a nice gig, and you’ve got thousands in your account to get by on. Trust me, you’ll be okay.” I forced a smile I didn’t feel down at her.

  Truth was, I didn’t want to let her go. I didn’t even want her holed up in vacant apartment seven at the clubhouse. I wanted her in my bed inside my apartment every single night. My attraction to her was unmatched to anyone I’d ever met, and I hated that fact every second. Yet, here I was, pushing her out into the world. Alone. But, I had to.

  Right?

  However… as Shadow and Phoenix pointed out, she was a grown-ass adult. She would find her own way. But would I be able to sleep, knowing she was out here, defenseless? What if the wolves found her once more? Or the BSI, and she told them what went on in my clubhouse. I cursed myself for even bringing her there to begin with.

  She clung to me. “No, Viper. I don’t want to go. Keep me at your vampire warehouse. I like it there. I don’t feel safe here”—she glanced up at the three-story building with sad eyes—“I feel safer with you and the other vampires.”

  What the fuck…

  “First, no. You need to be on your own.” I shoved the envelope at her containing the new driver’s license with her maiden name, along with James Lawson’s death certificate so she could move on with her life and not be “married” to the creep.

  MyAnna threw it to the ground without looking inside. “I don’t care. Just take me home.”

  “Home?” I questioned.

  “The warehouse… clubhouse. Whatever you call it. Please, Viper. I promise I’ll stay out of your secret gun room. I didn’t even want to see that, anyway. I’ll get a job and pay rent if I have to. Or I’ll wait tables at the Cobalt. And I’ll buy my own food since vampires don’t eat. Please…”

  I blew out a breath of frustration. “Are you listening to me, shortstop? I’ve just given you a home. A plush-ass apartment on the river, some cash in your account, a full, no-questions-asked break away from the Lawson wolves. Go start your life over. If you don’t want to stay in the area, move away. I don’t care. Just go start fresh. We’ve arranged it for you. A monster-less existence. You’re welcome.”

  She stared up at me with wide eyes full of unshed tears. “Viper. That’s not what I want.”

  What? Who wouldn’t want that? Confused didn’t begin to describe it.

  “What do you want then?” I asked, bewildered as a small, warm spot of hope in my chest appeared. Something strange and foreign I had never felt. Then, my dick began to wake up.

  MyAnna launched herself at me and snuggled into my chest. My arms involuntarily wrapped around her tiny frame and I pulled her close to me. I felt the heat of her breaths against my neck. When her legs intertwined around mine, I had no choice but to pick her up and hold her tight against me, my hands supporting her ass as her core pressed against my already enraged and hard cock.

  “Take me home, Viper. Take me back there. The only place I want to be is with you.” She lifted her pale face to meet mine, and once those soul-broken eyes met mine, I was done for. Then, seemingly for effect, she gnawed on that plump bottom lip, and it was crystal clear I was about to fold like a lawn chair.

  This girl… this human… was going to be the death of me. I wanted nothing more than to throw her onto my bed, fuck her so hard and fast that her head spun, and then lock her in my room so she could never escape. Looking into her eyes, I knew I was well and good dead for anyone else but her. Something in me suddenly snapped. Nobody would ever touch MyAnna again but me.

  Even if I had yet to feel or taste that beautiful body of hers. I would be the only one for all of eternity to get to sample her exquisite body, and if any man so much as looked at her with lust in his eyes, I would break every bone in his fucking body.

  Chapter 21

  Culling Voices

  I scowled at Shadow as he chuckled beside me. Turning my attention back to my paperwork, I muttered, “Fuck off.”

  “Still, I never took you as the sentimental type. I’ve known you a lot of years, brother, and have never seen you get knee-deep in this sex and love shit.”

  “Did you miss the part of the conversation where I told you to fuck off?” I asked, glaring at him with my pen poised above the ledger I was writing in.

  His eyes blazed into mine before he shrugged and said, “I’m here if you wanna hash it out, man.” He clapped me on the shoulder, and with that, he was gone, disappearing into thin air as he always did.

  Dick.

  MyAnna currently resided inside my apartment, probably curled up in my bed, or underneath it. I noticed that when I wasn’t around, she’d take my Dodgers blanket and crawl beneath my massive bed, wrapping herself like a c
ocoon until I came “home.” It was a strange habit, but I didn’t question it. I had no idea the kind of shit and trauma the girl had been through, and having my own past I’d had to deal with, I was the last person to fucking judge.

  All I knew was that she was still too fragile for me to take advantage of her, no matter how many times she’d begged me to fuck to her.

  The temptation was unreal, though. And even now, buried in paperwork for the club, my dick stood at attention at the thought of burying myself deep into her heat until she shredded my back with her fingernails and screamed my name as she spasmed around my rock-hard cock.

  Fuck me… Get back to work, Vane.

  Once the books were straight, I checked the time on the computer: 8:17 p.m.

  I’d told MyAnna if she wanted to stay here, she’d have to stick to a nighttime schedule. No sleeping at night, no day job, nothing. Not that she needed a job. She’d begged me to teach her how to bartend or let her be a waitress in the Cobalt Room, but I’d refused for now. The thought of some asshole slapping her ass or staring at her tits while she took their orders made my blood boil.

  Why I was so possessive of her, I didn’t know. No other female had gotten me going like MyAnna had. I couldn’t even look at her curvy body without practically coming in my pants. And when she bit that goddamn lip? Oh, my God, I was a goner.

  With nobody bothering me, I finished up the bar orders, the quarterly tax payments, and the payroll. I glanced at the clock to see it had gone well past 10 p.m. Using the knowledge Face had taught me, I clicked on the icon to the cameras set in my apartment to see what MyAnna was doing. I frowned when I saw the loft empty. Perhaps she was under the bed.

  “Busy?”

  I looked up to see a pale face with big, soulful brown eyes and dark hair standing in my office doorway. If I’d had a beating heart, it would have skipped a few thuds.

  Smiling because I couldn’t help it, I said, “Hey, shortstop.”

  “Hey,” she replied. I noticed she wore a pink-colored tank top that made her tits spill out of it, and a pair of those shiny, skintight yoga leggings that showed off every jiggle of her ass. I almost passed out at the sight.

  She glided over to me and came to stand behind my chair. She ran her hands over my chest and then leaned down lower, her fingertips grazing my straining dick. I hissed in a breath.

  “You like that?” she whispered in my ear.

  “You’re fucking killing me,” I replied.

  She smiled against my neck and then kissed it. “That’s the point, snake boy.”

  God, how I hated that nickname, but she’d started using it in the past few weeks, and I couldn’t get her to stop using it.

  I swirled around in my chair and grabbed her plump ass, using it to pull her on top of me. Once she was straddling me, I gripped her hair at the scalp and forced her lips just inches from mine.

  “Don’t tease me, shortstop, or I’ll fuck you so hard, you won’t be able to walk for days.”

  She giggled into my mouth. “Prove it.”

  Shit. How did this girl know I loved a challenge?

  Knowing the Cobalt Room was already open, but also that Face, Shadow, and Phoenix had it under control, I took a chance.

  “Get your fine ass back to my apartment. I’ll be up there shortly.”

  MyAnna’s eyes went wide before she nodded, then licked her lips. “Okay, Viper.”

  Oh, shit, she used my club name. Now the snake was really going to come out to play.

  I almost choked when I walked into my room and found MyAnna completely naked and spread eagle on my bed. Her pussy glistened in anticipation, her dark hair splayed over the white pillows, full lips open and breathing hard. My cock was screaming to be released from the confines of his denim prison.

  “Fuck, baby,” I whispered as I undressed. I threw my cut off, then my tee, while toeing off my boots and socks. My pants flew down after unbuttoning the fly, my dick springing free and at attention… because, honestly? Who wore skivvies anymore? Underwear was just a barrier of annoyance.

  With my cock pointed straight at her, she grinned up at me. “Oh, my God, you have a beautiful penis. Let me suck the venom from it. Please?”

  If vampires could pass out, I was sure I would have.

  Nodding weakly, I kneeled on the bed. She looked up at me with those big eyes as she wrapped those infuriatingly beautiful lips around my dick and sucked and moaned like she was starving and my cum was the last meal on earth. I gently grabbed her hair at the scalp and let her lead the bobbing of her head as she sucked and licked me.

  I shook uncontrollably as she threatened to milk every last drop out of me… and as much as I wanted my cum sliding down her throat, I couldn’t let it happen. I was too close, so I slowly withdrew from her mouth and instructed her to lie back,

  After a few minutes of lavishing my tongue on her tits and sucking hard on her nipples, I reached down between her legs and slid two fingers inside her. Her soaking wet cunt made me groan and I almost came right then and there. She mewled her pleasure at my ministrations, and when her walls tightened around my fingers, I let my fangs descend and dipped one into her left breast. I sucked out her sweet, sweet blood as she screamed her release, bucking her hips as her hand yanked my hair.

  I wasted no time lining up the head of my cock to her dripping core. I stared down at MyAnna, who was panting and staring deep into my eyes.

  “Fuck me, Viper, Please. I need you,” she begged.

  I bent down and kissed her nose as I whispered against her lips. “You sure this is what you want?”

  She nodded without breaking eye contact, her teeth threatening to bruise that bottom lip.

  “Say it, MyAnna. Tell me you want me to take you.”

  “Please, Viper. I need you inside me. Now. Please,” she whined.

  That was all it took. I pushed myself deep into her tight, wet heat, shuddering as I had to hold back from spilling every last drop of seed inside her. “Fuck, you’re so tight, shortstop.”

  “Fuck me hard, baby. Please,” she begged.

  I didn’t, though, as much as I wanted to. I moved slowly, making sure to glide my hard dick against her clit, and was rewarded with a clench around my member each time. She moved in time with me, her nipples pebbling against my chest as I slid in and out of her. Her nails dug into my back as her hips met mine in sync.

  “Harder, baby. Faster,” she panted.

  That was all I needed. I gripped her hips, digging my hands into her flesh, and rammed her hard and fast. I let go and reared up on my arms as I watched my cock jam into her dripping heat. I reached down with one hand and massaged her clit with each thrust of my cock and watched with extreme pleasure when she gripped my biceps and screamed my name as she came the second time. I couldn’t hold back. My dick spasmed like it hadn’t in years, my load spilling hard and fast inside her. I shuddered hard and collapsed on top of her beautiful body, sure I’d never, ever find another woman who did this to me again as long as I lived.

  I wasn’t surprised when I woke a couple of hours later to find MyAnna not in my bed. A quick peek underneath showed her curled inside the blanket, sleeping soundly. It didn’t look very comfortable, but what did I know… if she preferred to sleep under the bed, I wasn’t going to stop her.

  For now.

  Once she understood what I was about and how I preferred things, she would be in my bed until I said she could leave. Last night had been nothing short of a fucking fairytale and the next time I sampled her beautiful body, mind, and soul, she would be wrapped in my arms when we woke, not hiding in the darkness.

  The look on Shadow’s face was a smug one. Well past midnight, the Cobalt Room was more than busy with drinkers and dancers. Dash and Jewel served drinks behind the bar as if their lives depended on it, Ally and Fox busted their asses waiting and busing tables, and my lieutenants sat at a table sipping drinks. Venom was devouring chicken wings. We didn’t serve food, so I had no idea where he got them from.
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br />   “Door Dash,” he replied at my inquisitive look.

  “What are we gonna do about the cops?” Phoenix asked, using his finger to light his drink on fire. I never understood why he preferred flaming liquor except for the wow factor, but I never questioned it.

  I looked at Kovah, who was gulping down one of those popular IPA beers.

  “What?” he asked.

  I narrowed my eyes at him. “Don’t what me. I know you’re tight with that cop. Tell Agent Bishop to back the fuck off. I’ve got this handled.”

  He set his beer bottle on the tabletop and leaned forward with his arms on it. “Then just tell the BSI we’ve got the girl, and that she’s safe. I don’t get why you didn’t tell them that to begin with.”

  I lifted my chin and folded my arms across my cut. “The fuck you questioning me for, boy?”

  Kovah made a scoffing noise, “Don’t ‘boy’ me. I’m almost as old as you are. I’m just saying… tell them you’ve got MyAnna and she’s safe. From what I’ve heard, she don’t wanna leave, anyway. It’s not like you fuckin’ kidnapped her.” He removed his glasses and his pure-white eyes made me suppress a shudder. “Right?”

  “She’s definitely not here under duress,” I said, narrowing my eyes at the dick.

  “Then just tell them that,” Kovah replied, replacing his glasses.

  “He’s right,” Face said. “Legally, if she claims she’s here under her own recognizance they can’t do anything to us. To you. And from the looks of it”—he jutted his chin at the walkway’s entrance to the bar—“she’s definitely here because she wants to be.”

  I followed his line of sight to see MyAnna standing at the doorway wearing black leather pants, a red halter top showing her beautiful pale stomach and accentuating her firm, full breasts, and high-heeled boots. My cock sprang to attention, and I made a mental note to pull Jewel into my office and beat her ass for buying MyAnna those clothes. That shit was for the bedroom, not my fucking bar.