DESPERADO | Serpents of Western Rock Book #1

F I V E: Blood

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I shoved my phone in my pocket and took my ready poured shot off the bar.
"It's a bit early to drink, don't you think, baby?" A frail arm slithered across the back of my shoulders and found its way to my knee.
I looked up at the barely dressed, too much make up wearing girl. She sat on top of the bar stool beside me and slid her blue colored hair to one shoulder flirtatiously.
I nodded to Charles for another shot before he heads out for his last shift at Rocco's.
"What's going on, baby?"
I lifted her hand from my knee and looked straight ahead at the liquor bottles. "Leave me alone, Peyton." I dropped her hand and heard it fall on her lap.
The chair she was on squeaked as she leaned in closer. I grabbed her arm that she had stretched out in front of me. I gripped it firmly and glared into her plain blue eyes. "Take a hint, please."
She scoffed. "I don't know what I did, Vipe."
I stood up, downed the second shot, and slowly turned her way. "My name isn't Vipe, it's Viper. And you didn't do anything. I did. And I shouldn't have. I'm not interested in you like that, Peyton. Maybe one of the other brothers will take whatever you're offering. I, however, have more important shit to worry about than giving you whatever you're little life is lacking."
Before I knew it, the doors to the clubhouse slammed shut and she was gone.
"That was rough to watch, my man," Axel's familiar voice greeted, followed by a pat on the shoulder.
I threw my head back in frustration. "It's the only way she'd listen. She needs to find herself a good boy with a degree in medicine or some shit and leave me the hell alone."
"Well, either way, it's good to see angry Viper so early this morning."
I leaned against the bar and gave a puzzled look.
He threw his large tatted hands up in defense. "Not that I actually like you in bad moods, brother. But we're gonna need this version of you today."
I grumbled under my breath, "Right." I recalled this afternoons plans with the club to meet at Eagle's Head. "Shit's really going down, huh?"
   "Damn right," answered another voice. Ax and I turned to see Dallas, our club president, and Roman, VP, beside him.
   Dallas's brown hair was slicked back but his silver beard and mustache was growing in thicker than normal.

Roman's dirty blonde hair was cut short and although no gray settled in, his hairline was receding.