Viper

I sit here at church, looking at my brothers, trying not to think about how good Alley Cat tasted last night. Truth is I can still taste her on my tongue. "We have eyes on Drake as of now." Hammer's words bring me out of my thoughts. I sit straight up, dropping my feet to the floor form the spot I had them on the table corner. The noise is gaining everyone's attention.

"Where the fuck is the bastard?" My voice comes out cold. I only use this tone when we are in the basement or going on a hunt. It's when the cold-blooded monster is released.

"That's a bit of a problem. His private jet landed on our soil late last night. Only it was too dark to truly know which vehicle he stepped into. Meaning when ten whole SUV's took off from the airport, going in different directions, we sent some of our best men after each one." Hammer looks me dead in the eyes. I can see the worry there, before it disappears as he looks to the rest of the crew. "So far no word yet on where he is."

"So basically, the fucker is gone in the wind." Spine speaks up, cracking his knuckles with every word he speaks. I can see out of the corner of my eye, the hatred this man truly feels for the monster we are discussing. I know once we all catch the son of a bitch he's going to want to play with him sort of speak.

It's one thing I love most about Spine, he's a cold and heartless son of a bitch when it comes to monster's who abuse women and children. He doesn't have too many boundaries, but those are a hard no in his book. He grew up with his pop's beating the shit out of his mother and doing horrid things to his younger sisters.

When he was old enough, and I became in charge, all it took was one time seeing the old man slap his mama across the face. He looked at his pops with murder intentions in his eyes. When his eyes found me, I gave him a slight nod. The go ahead to do whatever he wished to the old man. He stayed down in the basement for a full twenty-four hours torturing the sorry excuse for a man. In the end, he cut off his spine and burned his body to ashes. Until this day, I still have no idea what he does with his victims' bones, and none of us ask.

Standing from my chair, I walk around the table, not saying a word. My fingers so tightly wound into fists; I can feel my nails digging into my skin. Once I make it to Hammer, standing at the other end of the long oval table, I stop to look at him. "Find the fucker." That's all I whisper, only loud enough for him to hear me before I make my way out the door.

I can't sit still another minute; I need to go for a ride on my hog. To breathe the fresh air, feel the wind blowing in my face, and the sun on my skin. It's the only thing that can calm me down when I get this way. No one says a word to me, as I make my way around the clubhouse. My hand just touches the handle of the door, leading to the front of the building where our Harley's are parked when the feel of a small hand on my arm stops me dead in my tracks.

Looking over, seeing the little blue green eyes that have become so familiar to me these last couple months, I take a deep breath and force myself to release it. Trying to calm down before I speak to the kid. The facts are I don't want to scare her, and I know being in this mood I will for sure.

"What's up kid." I try to keep my voice light. Closing my eyes, I picture her mother in my mind's eye, allowing the thought to loosen my muscles. So, I can relax further, and be the man Lilith has become accustomed too. Her mother and she have been through too much already. The last thing she needs is me scaring her of being in my monstrous state.

When she still doesn't say anything, I open my eyes and look down at her. She's fighting back tears, as she nibbles on her bottom lip. Causing all the anger to dissipate almost instantly, while the need to protect and be here for her takes over my body. I kneel so we are eye to eye, and I wait for her to tell me what's bothering her.

"He's close by, isn't he?" She says after a few more seconds of silence. Lifting a brow, I study her, looking behind her to the meeting room, and back to her. The guilt taking hold of her face, lets me know my answer to my silent question. She had been listening in.

"You know you're not supposed to listen when we have our club meetings." Tilting my head, I wait to see how she will handle my questioning. To my shock, I must hold back a smile when she straightens her shoulders, looking me dead in the eyes. Sticking out her chin, she looks like she is prepared to fight with me if need be. I have to say, she has her mother's spunk.

"When that monster is out there, and after the one person in this world I love more than anything. It's my business too." I want nothing more than to reprimand her. One for spying when she shouldn't have been. Everyone in this place knows never to do that. Two for the little attitude she's giving me right now. However, she is so much like her mother right now, I just can't do it.

Instead, I release my breath, as I bring my hand to her face. "Don't do it again. Okay kid?" As I ask her the question, I'm not naïve. I know for a fact, that if she really wants to find something out, she's going to listen on in the future, or find some other way of learning what we discuss in the meetings.

To her credit she doesn't lie to me, she simply mirrors my stance, tilting her head at me and lifting one eyebrow. Telling me all I need to know in that one look, that she will, if need be, and no one, not even myself, will stop her. I give off a little laugh, before booping her on the nose. "Just don't tell your mo...sister." I have to clear my throat, knowing I almost fucked up royally and spilled the beans.

She studies me strongly for a moment, before throwing her little body into my arms. I catch her before she can fall on the ground, and hug her back, as she tightens her hold on my neck. "You know." She whispers in my ear, before stepping away. My brows furrow as she gives me one last look, winks and turns to run away further into the clubhouse. Leaving me wondering just how smart that kid really is.