Stephanie Tyler - Vipers Run

“It did ruin me,” I said quietly. “But if it had gotten out, it would’ve been worse. You buried it, and I’m grateful. But I shouldn’t have tried to bury it for myself.”

“I’m so sorry, Calla. I just wish you’d told me earlier, because he broke an order not to contact you.”

“I couldn’t prove it was him,” I said. “I don’t know how he involved Ned. But I’m guessing he used Ned for a while, and then killed him. Although I can’t prove that either. Jeffrey’s trying to frame Cage for that, and based on what the detectives saw in those pictures . . .”

My father’s face hardened and I said, “I told Cage to just let it go public. He refused and—”

“Of course he refused. That’s not going to happen. Over my dead body.”

“That’s what I’m afraid of,” I whispered. “I just found you and Cage. I don’t want to lose either of you.”

“I’m not going anywhere.” He studied me. “Cage is good to you.”

It wasn’t a question, but I nodded anyway and said, “Very. And I’m good for him.”

“It’s not where I’d like to see you, but I’ll be damned if I stand in the way of someone’s love.”

If I’d been allowed to know what I knew now . . . I could’ve had a different relationship with him. And then, I might never have met Cage.

I hugged him, like any daughter would hug any dad. “It’s not too late for this, is it?”

“Never, Calla. Never,” he said fiercely. “Are you safe here?”

“No. They never would hurt me, especially not Cage. But I’m hurting them.”

My father paused. “I’m sure they can handle it, Calla. But you want out—I’m coming to get you.”

Before I could tell him I had no place to go, he’d added, “And you’d come home with me.

“This isn’t the life I’d have chosen for you,” he continued. “What father would?”

“One who grew up in an MC?”

“Wiseass.”

How had I not known my father had a sense of humor? A stab of pain at all the wasted time tore through me, and tears ran down my cheeks.

“Calla, honey . . .”

“It’s okay. I’m just . . . I’m sorry.”

“For what?”

“That I spent so much time hating you. Thinking you hated me too.”

He didn’t say anything, just grabbed my hand and squeezed. “That’s behind us. We can talk about it—we will talk about it—but for now let’s concentrate on fixing this business that’s been haunting you once and for all.”

“Cage fixed it. He fixed me,” I explained. I wouldn’t go into detail, but my father seemed to understand.

“And you think you can live the rest of your life attached to an MC?”

“I don’t know. But I know I can live with Cage for the rest of my life, if he’ll have me.”

I dragged Holly with me to the gym. She’d finally come out of her room, and although the tattoo shop was open and running, she’d refused to step foot inside. There’d been no signs of the police finding anything else but a rock through the window and so it had been filed as a nuisance report.

So far, so good. Rally dropped us off at the gym and we went right inside. I felt a little silly being bodyguarded most of the time, but I think Holly definitely appreciated the extra presence.

Once inside, she jumped right on a treadmill and began to run. I did the same, and for half an hour there was just the music from my iPod and the pounding of my pulse and my feet in a steady rhythm. The stress of everything fell away easily, and I made a mental note to get here more often. I much preferred running outside, but I’d take what I could get.

Holly stopped a few minutes before me, and she was still stretching when I finished. I wiped my face with a towel and gulped some water down.

“Good run, yes?” she asked. It was good to see her smile. I thought about how I hadn’t liked her at first, and how fast things could change.

“We’ve got to do this more often.”

“I’d love to take a swim and then sauna. Are you in a rush to get back?”

“Nope. Go for it. I’m going to do some free weights and then I’ll meet you in the steam.”

She patted my shoulder as she passed and I headed for the weights.

If I’d seen Detective Flores ahead of time, I’d have turned my ass right around. But I didn’t notice her until I was practically on top of her, since she was lying down doing some bench presses.

“Hello Calla.”

I nodded in her direction and went to grab some weights of my own, feeling distinctly uncomfortable. All the good high from my run went flying out the window. I barely got the five-pound weights settled in my palms when she was next to me. I looked at her in the mirror, not turning when she said, “I think we should talk.”

“On or off the record, Detective?”

“I’ll be doing the talking, Calla, so you can file it whichever way you’d like.”

I wished I could tell her that I wasn’t in the mood for listening to lectures, but for the good of the MC—for my own good—I put the weights down and followed her out the back door. There was a small patio area with a couple of benches and she motioned for me to sit next to her. I did, turning to sling an arm over the back.

She took a long, unhurried drink from her water bottle, took her time capping it. She looked around and motioned. “This is a beautiful town.”

I nodded, taking the “I didn’t have to talk” thing to heart. She smiled for a brief moment. “I grew up here. Went to school with some of the younger members of the Vipers. They’ve been here longer than I have. One might begin to think they’re something of an institution, as if they have the right to do whatever they want because they’re a part of the town’s history.”

I knew all about the history of the Vipers, how the MC had started with a friend of Preacher’s father, and how Preacher finally took it over and got rid of all the bad shit. His words, not mine. Bad shit to Vipers equaled drugs.

“I remember when Preacher came and cleaned house. We all thought that the MC would actually go legit. But that didn’t happen. Sure, they got rid of the drugs, but not the guns or the violence. And they bring other violence into Skulls Creek, whether it’s their fault or not. Calla, I’ve seen girls like you chewed on and spit out by these guys, time and time again. When a Viper gets through with you, there’s nothing left. Doesn’t matter if you’re a mama or an old lady—the same thing will happen.”

“Sounds like you have personal experience?” I asked, unable to stop the wiseass comment.

Her expression shuttered, but she nodded briefly. “My sister.”

“Your sister dated one of the Vipers?”

“No, one of the Heathens.”

I lifted my chin. “That’s not the same thing at all, Detective.”

“Bullshit. Cage is a crossover from the Heathens. That just proves to me that these guys are interchangeable.”

“They’re not angels, but they don’t pretend to be. They do a lot of legitimate business in this city, don’t they? Look at the buildings they own. The stores too. They don’t bring their problems within the city limits.”

“Drugs are being pushed in here because of them.”

“Drugs are being pushed everywhere,” I pointed out. “Without Vipers, I’d hate to see how easily it would happen. There’s always going to be an underworld of criminals. Sometimes it takes bad guys to fight bad guys. And sometimes it’s hard to tell the difference between the good guys and the bad guys.”

“You’re really naive to believe that.”

“You don’t know my background at all.”

“I can tell just by looking at you. Rich bitch looking for a bad boy to make her feel good. You’ll slum for a little bit, but, honey, get out while you can.” She got up then, effectively ending the discussion. And then she turned. “I’ll find a way to take them down if it’s the last thing I do. Consider that a warning. And I won’t go easy on you or any of the women there. You’re as complicit as the men you hang out with. Try that on for size.”

I didn’t want to. I didn’t break her gaze, forcing her to when she finally walked away, shutting the heavy steel door behind her. I didn’t want to go in and let Holly see me upset, but Detective Flores’s words definitely had an effect. If I didn’t know better, I’d think that Cage asked her to talk some sense into me.

He didn’t want to let me go, he said, but he also hated the idea of me staying. I’d never been more confused in my life.

I put the towel over my face, let it stay there for a second and then pulled it down slowly. When it got past my lips, I opened my eyes. And I tried to scream.

I blinked and coughed. I tried to remember where I was, what had happened. My mouth tasted awful, like some kind of medicine.

He’d stuffed a rag into my mouth when I’d started to scream. And now Agent Jeffrey Harris stood over me as I lay on the ground, immobilized. My hands were tied above my head, and when I tugged them I felt that they were tied to something in the ground. I wouldn’t take my eyes off Harris, though. My legs were similarly tied, but I was thankfully dressed.

Maybe he was just going to kill me.

That was my thought—and honestly, if that happened, I’d be lucky. I couldn’t take another violation. I’d barely survived the last one.

That’s when he put the knife against the center of my chest, right between my breasts, and dragged it down, slicing my shirt, bra and shorts right down the middle. Cutting my skin, and I watched in horror as my body was exposed and blood welled along my breasts and belly. He stopped at my crotch, put the knife down and ripped the shorts and my underwear in two, leaving them in tatters.