บททั้งหมดของ Jersy Bad Boys: บทที่ 31 - บทที่ 40

Devious Lies They say two wrongs don’t make a right. But what if they did? Maria It was always only a matter of time before my past would catch up with me. I knew it the second I lied on my job application, I was taking a huge risk. But anything was better than the crime family I was born into. I knew I needed help, and I set my cap on the king only to be turned down. It was inevitable that someone from my old life was going to find me at the Vipers’ Den. I was ready for it, but I didn’t expect him to step in. Luc Batiste, the Vipers’ Council, was my savior. He wasn’t loud and showy like the others. But it was always the quiet ones you had to watch out for. Now, I owed him my life. But he wanted the truth, and that was more than I could give. Luc There was something about her that never seemed to fit. Maria didn’t belong behind a bar, slinging beers and booze. She was too good for that. Too good for me. So, I kept my distance. But I was there when that customer

I make a mental note to buy more color depositing conditioner. Sometimes it’s shampoo. But I think the conditioner works better.“Shit.”I hiss and check the phone. I’m late and I don’t have time to order it now. I sigh, aggravated for no good reason.I know coming back to my home state means having to stay incognito. But it makes me angry. It’s just one more thing I miss about my old life.My natural hair color, I mean. It’s dark brown, like chestnuts, and I have gold and reddish highlights. It’s also wavy and long, hanging down to the middle of my back when loose.But ever since I came back to New Jersey to be closer to my mother, I’ve been straightening it and using the most natural hair coloring treatment I can find.I don’t want to dye it. Nothing so permanent as that.I walk out of the shitty little basement apartment I’m renting, and I groan.“Why is it so fucking hot?” I mutter and start fanning myself.I work at the Vipers’ Den. It’s already six, and usually I am at t

I don’t often give into my rage. Anger unbound is a destructive thing.Weaponized, it is downright lethal.That’s how I feel when I see that asshole reach across the bar for Maria.Lethal.Fucking homicidal.Physical violence is no stranger to me. But I prefer to exact my vengeance in other ways these days.But every now and then, someone asks for it, and this motherfucker is asking for it.The second I spotted him moving in aggressively towards Maria, I leave my office where I’ve been watching the security feed for the last twenty minutes.Nodding at Anna and her friend as I pass, I frown as I move closer to the bar.To her.I don’t know how I know shit is about to go bad. But I always know.It’s part of why I’m the fucking Council.Violence is not the answer to everything. But it is the answer to some things.I learned that very early in life.Usually, I keep certain things locked up tight in compartmentalized boxes inside my brain.It’s like a filing system.I am not

Holy fucking hell.I could’ve killed that man with my bare hands for what he did. Luckily, Angel brought me back to reality when I heard his sharp voice growl my name.Then I saw Maria covered in water and glass, and my attention was diverted.Now, she’s here in my office and I’m both elated and nervous as fuck.Imagine that.Me.Nervous.I lead her to the bathroom by her hand and motion her to sit on top of the closed toilet while I gather some first-aid supplies.We had to pass the bedroom to get here, and the door was already open. I know she saw it, and I don’t know what she’s thinking.I mean, I want her.I plan on fucking her.But I’m not going to just pounce on her like some animal.I take a deep breath as I face her, and I take the towel from where she’s holding it against her skin.Fuck.She smells so good. Like honey and lilacs.It’s a combination of fragrances I never smelled on a woman.It whets my appetite.Makes me want to lean in close and drag my nose a

Eight hours.That’s how long I’ve been in my office. Just watching.My monitors are turned on to my very own custom private security feed. The software system we have is phenomenal.Something Angel and I cooked up. It allows each of the three admins, me, Nico, and Angel, to create our own feeds. As in, I can pick whatever fucking cameras I want to monitor.This one I call Baby Girl. After my little nickname for Maria.I can watch every angle of the bar, catch every moment of her working her shift.Usually, she’s bouncy and happy. Tonight, she seems thoughtful.Like something is weighing heavily on her mind.I get it. I do.I was pretty ominous when I said tonight.But the truth is, I can’t wait anymore. I need to have her.All week fucking long I played this game of cat and mouse, which was why I nearly laughed when she called me a tomcat.I’m no tomcat. I’m a motherfucking viper. And I think it’s time I show her.Some fucking customer calls out for her attention and it’s