Never Enough: The Vipers MC Read Online Free

before. It didn’t take much effort to keep my grip on her. She was still small and light.
     
    “I don’t think so. You think I’d let you go after seven years with no word from you? I finally found you, and I’m supposed to let you run off again?”
     
    “That’s exactly what you’re supposed to do.” She jerked her arm and almost got away.
     
    “No way. Keep dreaming.” I yanked her, pulling her to me. She wore the same perfume.
     
    A sound by the trashcans made us both turn to look. Jess’s attacker was on his feet, running away. My instinct was to let her go and stop him, maybe kick the shit out of him a little more. I couldn’t give in. I had a hold of her for the first time in years. I wasn’t letting go.
     
    “Come on.” I pulled her with me, heading for the bike. “We have a lot of shit to clear up.”
     
    “Oh, no. No way. I’m not going anywhere with you!” She kicked my shins. I cried out, rubbing one of them with my free hand. She always knew how to hurt me when she wanted to.
     
    “Is this a fucking playground? You’re coming with me, and that’s final. Unless you want me to hand you over to whoever the hell is after you.”
     
    That stopped her. “What makes you think somebody’s after me? He was a mugger.”
     
    “Bullshit. He would’ve had your purse by the time I got there. He wanted something else. Now get on the goddamned bike.” I threw one leg over it, then pulled her behind me. She knew she didn’t have a choice and finally gave in.
     
    I told myself it didn’t matter when I felt her arms slide around my waist. How many times had she ridden behind me? Hundreds? That was when I loved her. Before I spent seven years hating her guts.
     
    I sped off in the direction of my apartment. How the hell had this happened? All I was doing was going home after a long day. There was construction and a big jam-up on my normal route, so I had taken the detour through a neighborhood I didn’t usually ride through. There she was. The whole time I’d been looking for her, and she was only ten minutes out of the way.
     
    I had stopped looking for her after the first six months, then started hating her right after that. Around the time the divorce papers came in. All she left behind was a letter. Just a fucking letter. And the ring I gave her on our wedding day. I still felt like she punched me in the gut when I thought about it, years later. It was all I could do to keep riding the bike, instead of pulling over and screaming at her for all the shit she put me through. Seven years of it.
     
    I couldn’t wait to hear the excuse she gave. She had enough time to come up with a good one. For a long time, I was sure she was screwing around on the side. She must have run away with another guy, somebody from another MC, maybe. Definitely not one of my guys. I would’ve known if that were the case.
     
    “Slow down!” she screamed over the wind. I sped up, instead. She cursed me out. I pretended I didn’t hear her. I knew it drove her nuts.
     
    She’d find out what happened to people who screwed around with a Viper.
     
    “Where are we going?” she asked as we stopped at a red light. I didn’t answer. “I’ll get off this bike right now, Grayson. Tell me.”
     
    “To my place,” I said, before pulling forward again. She let out something that sounded like a cross between a scream and a curse. I didn’t laugh, but wanted to. It wasn’t a nice laugh, either. Not the kind of sound you make when you’re happy.
     
    I wasn’t happy. I wanted to kill her. I’d imagined seeing her again so many times. The things I would say to her. The way I’d make her sorry for leaving me, making a fool of me. Making me think she loved me right up to the end. Right up to when she ran away.
     
    What the hell was she doing with the loser I found her with? And she left me? What, to get in trouble with people worse than me?
     
    I made a left, in the direction of my apartment. The building used