Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 79462 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 318(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79462 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 318(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
"Seriously, Lyon. Go. This isn't a game," I say.
"But, it's not a secret, is it?" Lyon laughs, and the look on Iris's face makes my blood boil. "Your daughter knows? Your men? My men. Everyone knows, right? And, they're all okay with it. Aren't they?"
"You're crossing the line," I say, and the tension in the room is thick.
"I'm just trying to understand. That's all. It's not every day you find out the man you call Dad is fucking your best friend. In the middle of the club. In a supply closet. How romantic," Lyon mocks.
"Stop," Iris says, and when she puts her hand on my shoulder, I flinch.
"Baby, no," I whisper, and the smile on her face is enough to make me forget everything else.
"Viper, no. Stop. Listen. Let's all just calm down. Take a breath. And, stop talking," Iris says, and when her hand drops to my hip, my cock is throbbing.
"Iris, this is serious," Lyon hisses.
"I know," Iris nods, and the way her eyes are darting around the room tells me everything I need to know.
"You don't want me to tell, do you? Well, I have a price," Lyon mutters. "A few conditions, if you want me to keep your secret. For now."
"Don't listen to him," Iris whispers.
"You have five minutes. Say your peace," I hiss.
"Iris. Leave. Now," Lyon growls.
"Not happening. Anything you have to say, you can say it to both of us," Iris says.
"Sure," Lyon purrs, looking straight at me.
My hand is wrapped around the gun behind my back now, and the only thing keeping me calm is the feel of Iris's hand on my back.
"Get it over with," I hiss, and the way the corners of his lips turn up make me nervous.
"I want two million dollars," Lyon hisses.
"Two million dollars," I mutter.
"Yes. To start. And, every month after that, until I say otherwise," Lyon growls.
"That's too much," Iris says, and the tone of her voice scares the shit out of me.
"Not for what I'll do. What I'll take," Lyon says, and the evil in his eyes is enough to scare the shit out of me. "And, if you don't agree. If you try to stop me. I'll tell her. And, then, the world. Everyone will know your secret."
"You can't do that. You won't," Iris cries.
"No, Iris. I will," Lyon laughs.
"Why? What do you want?" I ask.
"Just to see you burn," Lyon laughs, and when he walks away, he doesn't look back.
"We'll be okay," I say, and the way Iris looks at me breaks my heart.
"We can't. Not if Allegra finds out," Iris cries.
"Baby, come here. Please. It's okay," I say, and when the tears spill, I pull her into my arms. "It'll be okay, baby. I promise. Nothing will happen. Ever. As long as you're with me."
"But, Viper, we can't," Iris cries.
"Yes, we can, baby. Just relax. Breathe. It'll be okay. It'll be fine," I say, and as I pull her close, all I can think about is what he said.
Telling my daughter.
Ruining my life.
And, the only thing keeping me grounded is the way Iris is melting into me.
"Please, Viper. Stop," she cries.
"We can't. It's too late, baby," I hiss, and the next time I kiss her, she's ready for me. She kisses me back, her mouth hot and wet and hungry, and it feels so fucking good.
"Fuck, Viper," Iris cries. "This is so bad."
"Don't worry. It'll be fine," I lie. "Come on. Let's go home."
"Fine. But, please, don't kiss me," she whimpers.
"If that's what you want," I mutter, walking her back to the car. The moment we reach it though, I curse out loud. The window is broken, and my daughter is gone.
"Allegra!" Iris yells.
"Allegra, please," I hiss, and when the door to the car opens, I spot her self defense keychain on the chair. "Fuck. She's gone."
"Where would she have gone?" Iris asks.
"Home," I say.
"No. No. You're the one who made her angry," Iris says, and the anger in her eyes is enough to make me wince.
"She was already angry. I just pushed her over the edge," I say.
"This is your fault," Iris cries and the pain in her voice is too much.
I hate myself for hurting her. And, my daughter.
"You're right. It's my fault. Always. Everything's always my fault. No matter what. I'm the asshole."
"Viper, please," Iris says.
I ignore her and grab Allegra's keys before walking back into the club.
Lyon is gone, thank fuck, but I need to find my daughter first.
"Allegra left," I tell the bartender.
"She did," he nods.
"Do you know where she went?"
"Nope. Sorry, Boss," he shrugs, and when the phone rings, I answer it.
"Yeah," I growl. "Allegra?"
"I found her," Iris manages. "Come to the private booth."
"I'll be there," I say, and when I'm inside the booth, the first thing I notice is the fear in her eyes. "Are you okay? What's wrong?"