After being left for dead in the woods, Viper never thought he would find his happily ever after, not since the brutal murder of his best friend- his twin sister. Once he became the Capo of the most influential mafia, The Wolfe Pack, life became no...
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Flicking the lighter, i bring the bright orange flame to the handroll sitting between my lips, I inhaled deeply, filling my lungs with the white smoke. Letting the drug seep through my body. It crept through my veins, humming in delight as it sought out all my nerves and dulled them out. As my body slowly calmed down from the absolute fury that churned just beneath my skin, begging to be released through bloodshed.
Exhaling long, and slow through my nose, the whisps of smoke circled the air around me as I stared down at my longest friend... my only friend.
The fucker was fucking tranqed.
On my own god-damned territory!
I take another drag, and another, until the smoldering paper was close to burning my fingers before dabbing out the blunt on the bottom of my boot.
I fucking hated drugs, even the legalized kind, but sometimes... a man's gotta do what a man's gotta do.
Finding Viper, in a place that was supposed to be safe, unmoving. My mind conjured the worst, thinking the male was dead. The area was ransacked, signed of a fight were evident and I kneeled next to his prone body, I aged a thousand years as I waited to feel the thumping of his pulse beneath my fingers.
I got a team to take him to the clinic and when Mallory told me he was just drugged and should be awake sometime tonight or tomorrow, as it was hard to tell how much sedative was in his system.
I leaned back in the chair as my gaze stayed transfixed on the goliath sprawled atop his bed.
He was going to be pissed the moment he woke and realized what happened.
Reports I'd gotten from my men at the compound weren't good.
Once they'd seen Dante being dragged unconscious through the halls, disappearing into a room they had had dubbed 'The Red Room' with The Boss and a group of his most ruthless men who still haven't been seen for hours...
