Chapter 3
Chapter Three
Cat
What if I imagined it all? What if I’m not really meant to be his? -Cat
The glowing, red sign over the run-down wooden structure says The Viper. This must be the place. I spent the day exploring Holly Oaks, looking over my shoulder, and trying to find out where the Silver Snakes would be. The Viper seemed to be the consensus.
I take a deep breath before pushing my way into the double wooden doors.
I glance down at my outfit. I’m wearing a long skirt and my favorite cardigan with a scalloped top underneath.
Why do I have the feeling I’m going to stick out like a sore thumb?
The sounds of hard rock pound through the building and a couple of drunk guys have already stumbled out, giving me surprised looks.
Nerves roil in my stomach. There’s a good chance that Tor won’t even want to see me. I still don’t know why he left that night.
I remember being so happy that he finally noticed me as a woman. That he finally wanted me the way I had always wanted him. And then anxiously waiting that night. Waiting for him to show up and kiss me and touch me. Then crying myself to sleep.
I straighten my shoulders. That’s all in the past. Now, I need his help. And the Tor I knew in the past would always help.
I push open the doors.
Why does it feel like the whole place stops as I stand there? Everything seems to quiet, even the beat of the loud music.
“Did someone call for the church ladies to visit tonight? Is that a new kink?” A loud voice erupts through the crowd, and I feel my cheeks heat. Laughter spreads through the rowdy crowd.
“Got a casserole to give to us, honey?” another person calls out.
I bury the need to hide and put my hands on my hips. “Very funny. Does anyone know where Tornado is?” I shout. I may look like a church lady, but I still have some of my nerve left.
“Tornado, is this one yours?” I hear a murmur ripple through the bar patrons.
Finally, I catch a glimpse of someone pushing through the others. The large bald guy in front of me moves to the side and then for the first time in five years, I see my best friend, my soul mate.
Tornado’s nostrils flair. I can’t help but cock my head to the side. He looks different. His hair is cut close to his head and he’s more muscular. My eyes follow a path down his body. He looks bigger…everywhere. My mouth waters. Fuck, he looks good.
I hear a low growl and my gaze snaps up to meet his grey eyes. That hungry look in his eyes hasn’t changed. It’s the same look he had the last day I saw him.
“What the fuck are you doing here, Cat?” he growls.
Well, so much for the welcome party.