Blood Demons MC - Viper's Revenge

Chapter One

Chapter One

Viper pushed his chair back, grabbed hold of his hair, and pulled. He fucking hated paperwork. Hated it with a passion. Damn, he could have killed his VP Slammer for marrying his secretary and knocking her up with triplets. Three weeks ago, the doctors put her on bed rest until the little rug rats had cooked enough.

Thus, he has been doing all the paperwork, working in the garage, and being the Blood Demon's President for the past three weeks. On top of all that, he had been so fucking tired that he hadn't felt up to getting his dick wet. The only relief his pipe had gotten was from his hand in the shower, and that shit wasn't cutting it. He needed a hot, wet pussy wrapped tightly around his cock.

Fuck it, the paperwork would still be here when he got back. He needed to feel a wrench in his hand and the smell of grease. Grabbing his cut from the back of the chair, he slipped his arms in the holes and sighed at the familiar comfort. He had been wearing this piece of leather for over fifteen years.

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His grandfather had founded the motorcycle club (MC), Blood Demons, in the 1940s in Phoenix, Arizona. He married his old lady ten years later, and they had two sons. His father, Richard "Anvil" Masen, took over the Blood Demons, when his dad decided it was time for fresh blood to wear the patch. Anvil would still be the president if he hadn't been murdered. His uncle, Caius, moved away, wanting to cut himself from the club and the family.

The night of his father's murder was always in the back of his mind. It only felt like yesterday when he got the call from his father's VP, Marcus telling him to get his ass to Sonoran Reserve parking lot as fast as his wheels would take him. He jumped from his bed at the clubhouse, hurling the clothes at the naked club succubus and demanding her out before she even dressed. Throwing on a pair of jeans, t-shirt, boots, and finally his cut, he rushed out the door. Once he was outside, he jumped on his sled, and tore across Phoenix, not worrying about cops until he got to the parking lot. As he entered, he saw the lot full of his brothers, their rides in a circle, with their headlights pointing onto whatever was in the center. When he got near the circle of bikes, two pulled over to allow him to drive into the middle. The sight before him rocked his very soul. There in the middle of the circle of his brothers, his father was lying on the pavement, blood pooled around him. He bounded off his bike and ran over to his dad's body. Dropping to his knees, Viper looked down at his father. Bullet holes covered his shirt and cut, with blood pouring from all of them. Someone had emptied an entire clip into his body. In that moment, a rage for revenge like no other, seeped into every pour of his body. He would live up to his club name, because the assholes would never see him coming until he struck with venomous fangs of death. Their executions would not be quick nor painless.

They held a traditional MC funeral for Anvil Masen, including the missing rider, where Marcus, his VP, drove his bike between the lead car and hearse. Viper's mother and little sister, Gina, rode in the lead car, while he rode his sled with his brothers from their club. Behind them were over a thousand brothers from other clubs who attended, coming from all over the country to pay their respects to a fellow club leader. Their brother Riley "Preacher" Biers led the service, telling tales of the good times and how Anvil was more than just a leader, he was a father to them all. Giving the final commitment to their fallen leader, they prepared to lower his casket into the grave. Viper stepped forward and placed his father's cut on top. He had not shed a tear since the shooting, wanting to be strong for his mother, sister, and his club brothers.

"Dad, I know you will need this as you ride through the afterlife. Give the Devil hell and one day we will all be beside you driving into the sunset."

After his father's burial, they called church with every member of the Blood Demons to be in attendance. They left Anvil's chair at the head of the massive oak table with the club logo engraved in the center vacant. Only the President of the club sat in the chair of honor and power. Even though the club brothers were all grieving over the horrible death of their beloved president, they needed to elect a new leader. In their hearts and minds, there was only one person who could step into Anvil's shoes, and that was Viper. He had started out as a probe, working hard to gain his first patch, and continued to do so until he made Sgt. at Arms.