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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______________________________________________________ ⚠️ Warning. This chapter contains sensitive content that could be triggering. There will be no warning before it happens. ⚠️ _____________________________________________________
Viper
Brutal.
That's the first word that came to mind as I watched the fighters go at each other in the cage. It's vicious and bloody. Even more violent than the cage fighters at our club Howlers.
That's because Howlers has rules to abide by, there are no rules here.
Which is why my stomach turned unerringly as I watched the blonde male that has had me absolutely captivated since me first visit here, take another wicked blow straight to the face. My jaw ticked when I heard the audible crack of something in his face breaking.
Nose? Or maybe his cheek?
I clenched my fists to stop myself from stomping towards the fight and drag the Adonis out of the ring and cart him back to the mansion where I can tend to his wounds and show him the compassion and care he more than needed.
His bruises from the last fight haven't even healed yet... or the week before that.
Fuck, I wanted him. So fucking bad.
Every friday I've visited these "fights" since Bossman caught work of someone called The Boss, selling drugs and trafficking people under his nose. And the kicker was, we would have never known anything about it if it weren't for one of our female enforcers almost getting pulled into this shit show herself. Thank fuck she was a pro with a blade and managed to pull some info out of the fucker before gutting him like a pig.
Which led me to here, undercover to gather intel. Since this operation has gone unnoticed by The Wolfe Pack... The Mafia, by the Don Warrick Wolfe for years.
Which has completely pissed the crazy mofo off.
I adjusted my face gaiter, my black shades pushed high upon the bridge of my nose, the spotlights aimed at the cage were bright as fuck and photophobia, a fuckin' nuisance of an eye condition but it was either wear the shades or walk around partially blind.
I'd rather be able to see then do watch as the world explodes into shrapnels of light fragments, giving me one hell of a migraine until I puke my guts up and stuck on my back in a dark room for a few days until I can regain my senses again.
I stepped around the cheering crowd as my Adonis threw the other male to the ground and rammed his knee into the male's throat as he pinned him down, depriving him of oxygen.
That's my boy.
I admired the sweaty ripped abs that flexed as held the squirming male down who was desperately trying to fight him off as slowly asphyxiated.
