Chapter Sixteen-Angel
CHAPTER SIXTEEN-ANGEL
I take every inch of the room in as I watch Giselle move away from me.
I hate it.
I want her next to me, by my fucking side.
But I can’t just keep her there.
She’s not a doll, even though I call her one.
My Koukla is a hundred percent real. She is a flesh and blood woman.
A woman who fucking owns me. But I don’t think she knows it yet. And I won’t tell her either.
I am not sure how to feel about this. About her seeming ownership of me.
I mean, it doesn’t make it less real. There is absolutely nothing I wouldn’t do for her. I just need to process it. To figure out what it really means before I run my mouth off.
I don’t want to frighten her. She already ran from me once, and I can’t let that happen again. She glances at me, looking worried, and I force myself to sit and smile.
It’s not easy. All I want to do is growl and pace.
But Vipers don’t growl. We’re good at lying in wait in dark places. So I turn the heat down on my emotions and I exhale.
Maybe I should ask Nico and Luc what to do? How to get over this feeling I have, this need to possess her?
I turn my head and see those two crazy bastards staring just as hard at their women as I was at Giselle, and I think maybe I should keep my questions to myself.
Nico is steadily growling as his wife moves with her circle of friends, including my Koukla, to the center of the jam-packed dance floor.
I understand the way he feels.
My inner monster, that black as pitch fucking viper who feeds on vengeance and violence, is wound so fucking tightly it is all I can do to keep him silent.
But I swear to God, I’m liable to snap if one more motherfucker bumps into my woman as she moves in time with the rhythm and the bass of whatever fucking song that asshole DJ is playing.
I should tell him to play something else. Something with less bass.
Giselle is with Anna and Maria, and they are all shaking their asses and causing a commotion.
A group of pencil dicks dressed in whatever off the rack suits they went to work in this morning try to move on our women.
They’re drinking and laughing, and I maybe recognize one of them as coming to the Den a few times before.
Well, not any fucking more.
One of them moves behind Maria. Like he’s trying to get close to dance with her.
Luc growls, getting my attention. But it’s Nico’s echoing rattle that triggers my reaction as two other assholes try dancing with the girls. They are not reciprocating, of course, and that placates me. A little.
But I don’t like how Giselle, Anna, and Maria are all trying to move away. One of them grabs her elbow, and I see red.
She shakes him off. But these guys don’t take the fucking hint.
The three of us are already on our feet. And I am mad. Nico and Luc are seething. I know how they feel.
I’m bigger and I muscle my way to the front of them.
Fury unfurls inside me like a cobra rising to his full height.
I grab two of these shitheads by their necks, and Nico and Luc have one each of the remaining offenders.
I raise my head, nodding at one of my guys. He knows what I want. He’s fucking trained to know. A team of my guys is already in motion.
“Hey man, what the fuck?” one of these drunk chumps shout.
I give him a shake and drag him and his friends with me to the side door.
Luc and Nico are with me. The three of us toss them into the alley like the trash they are.
The women are safe. My men are watching them now. But this garbage needs to be taught a lesson.
“You fucking touched my wife,” Luc rages.
“What? No! We didn’t touch anyone’s wife, man!”
“You know who we are?” Nico asks, and he sounds calm, which is a really bad fucking thing.
“Do you know who I am? I work for the mayor!”
I zero in on that guy. He was the one who tried to touch Giselle.
My Koukla.
“Look, we were just dancing with some sluts?—”
That is all it takes. I am on that man faster than Nico or Luc can move. I hit him in the jaw, and he crashes to the floor.
But I pick him up.
He tried to touch what’s mine.
And I hit him again.
He called her a slut.
I hear his nose crunch, and I know it’s broken. But it’s not enough.
This time a few teeth dribble out of his mouth along with a stream of crimson.
It’s a deep, rich color.
I think of Giselle, and how pretty she looks in red.
She is so damn beautiful. And good. Too good for a guy like this to try to paw at her when she’s just trying to let loose with friends.
One more hit and his jaw breaks.
“Stop! He’s gonna kill him,” one of the other guys screams.
But it sounds like he’s getting punched now, too.
By Luc or Nico, I don’t know.
All I know is anyone touching our women will get treated to this, or worse.
Because we are the motherfucking Vipers. And no one fucks with what’s ours.
“He’s done,” I grunt, and drop him like the deadweight he is.
I don’t know if he’s alive. And I don’t care.
I hear whimpering and sniffles. So, some of them are still alive. That’s good.
They’ll spread the word.
Luc and Nico are wiping their hands on the wet towels some of our guys brought out. The cleaning crew is here already.
I change my shirt for a solid black one that one of my guys is holding out to me.
I still feel amped, and he doesn’t meet my gaze, which is good.
These pricks walk into our club and try to fuck with our women.
Hell no.
I am the Enforcer. No one gets away with this shit on my watch.
It’s only been minutes, but I am anxious to get back.
Yes, I sent my guys to form a perimeter around the three females who belong to us. But now I need to see her with my own eyes.
We walk back inside. The same dark energy coming off of me is rolling off Nico and Luc in waves.
People move out of our way.
Satisfaction rolls through me when I see two feet of space open up around them. My guys have discreetly pushed back the crowd, allowing our girls the ability to have some fun without being harassed.
I can’t begin to count the number of times I witnessed a woman having to deal with some pushy asshole on the dance floor. As if every time a female wanted to let loose, it was some open invitation for fuckheads to come on to her.
It’s something all women put up with. They shouldn’t have to. It’s fucked up. But that’s life.
Well, for everyone else, maybe.
But not these women. Not our women.
Anna and Maria are oblivious, but Giselle notices. She looks around and sees my guys, sees the space they created just for them, and she turns to me.
Her celery green eyes sparkle like gems and my lungs seize. She is so fucking pretty.
She mouths thank you and pride fills me that I was able to do that for her. To create an atmosphere where she and her besties could just do whatever they wanted.
I nod my head slightly in acknowledgment, and she sends me a wink that goes straight to my aching cock. My eyes eat her up.
Her curves are fucking glorious, and when she moves her ass, bouncing around like that, I swear to God my cock jumps in time with her.
I want her.
I need her.
And it’s time I told her what that means.