Never Enough: The Vipers MC Read Online Free Page A

to be a factory, but when I moved in it was a bunch of new loft apartments. I liked it because it was rough, with the original brick walls and wood floors. And it was big, with plenty of space. I was always sorta claustrophobic, ever since I was a kid. Probably why I liked riding my bike better than driving a car. I needed the open air.
     
    We pulled into the garage. Jess was quiet, which was the right choice. I didn’t know what I’d do if she kept fighting me. Seven years of anger weren’t something to screw with.
     
    I waited for her to climb off. I turned to her. She didn’t try to run away—probably because she had nowhere to go.
     
    “I can’t be here,” she muttered.
     
    I was still sitting on the bike, looking her up and down. She looked damn good. Almost too good. She was wearing a coat, but I could tell her body still looked great. She was still thin, like I remembered her. The only thing that changed was her eyes. Same color, just older looking. Her whole face looked older, actually. Circles under her eyes.
     
    “Were you just sick?” I asked.
     
    “What?” Her eyes bulged.
     
    “You look like you’re getting over being sick, or something.”
     
    “Hello to you too, asshole.” She put her hands on her hips. “Thanks a lot.”
     
    “So you always look like this?” I moved my hand around my face. I loved how furious she looked. Her face turned red, the way it always did when she got good and pissed off.
     
    “Is this what you brought me here for? To insult me? You could’ve done that over the phone.”
     
    I snorted. “Yeah, if I had your number. Or address. Or if I knew you were in the country, or alive.”
     
    Her eyes moved away. “Right.”
     
    “Right. What about that, huh?”
     
    She folded her arms around her waist. I waited for her to say something. When she did, it wasn’t what I thought I would hear. “I’m freezing half to death. Can we go inside or something? Please?”
     
    “I thought you couldn’t stay for long.”
     
    “I don’t have the time for word games, Grayson. I mean it. I have to get home, soon.”
     
    “Why? Is your boyfriend waiting for you? I know it’s not a husband, since your hand is empty.”
     
    She scowled. “So observant.”
     
    “Is it a boyfriend? Or maybe your cats?”
     
    “Shut up.” She looked around, found the door that led into the building and walked to it.
     
    “You don’t know which apartment is mine,” I called out.
     
    “I don’t care. As long as I’m inside. If you feel like joining me…” She kept walking. I shook my head, smirking behind her. Still acting like she was in charge. She had no idea.
     
    I got off the bike, following her. I clenched my fists at my sides. My blood pumped so hard, I could barely hear over the roar in my ears. I had dreamed for years about seeing her again. What I would say. How I would make her pay for what she did to me.
     
    She stood waiting for me by the elevator. She even tapped her foot. “Sorry. Am I not going fast enough for you?”
     
    “Considering how fast you went out on the street? No.”
     
    “But you didn’t like it when I went fast, did you?” She let out a sigh and turned away.
     
    I hated how much she was still in my head, after all that time. We stood next to each other, waiting for the elevator, and it sorta felt like we had never been apart. That’s how much of her was still with me. I couldn’t stand it.
     
    I looked at her from the corner of my eye. She was looking at me. I wondered what she was thinking. I knew I still looked as good as I did when we were together—maybe better. I put a lot of the rage I felt into kickboxing. I was sure I didn’t look as old as she did.
     
    Old, young, it didn’t matter. I couldn’t ignore the way it felt to be close to her, even though we weren’t touching. There was an energy, like if we did touch, there would be a spark. Did she feel it, too?
     
    If she did, she hid it pretty well. “This is a