Diesel Den Of Vipers Quotes

Diesel’s face splits with a grin. “I think I’m in love. Do you think she would shoot me if I ask?

I got some information,” Diesel starts, his tone serious before he grins. “Roxy is a screamer. I can inform her dad now.

Diesel is a fucking mad dog, Ryder is an arrogant asshole, and Kenzo is a charming psychopath… I can’t figure Garrett out.

I watch as he lifts the knife covered in blood. It reminds me of Diesel, and weirdly, my pussy clenches…like, really, ho? Now is not the time.

You keep saying you don’t want to be like your father.” I look to Kenzo and Ryder. “Your mother.” I look to Diesel. “Your anger and hate.” I look at Garrett then. “But the question isn’t who you don’t want to be, but who you do want to be. I think you’ve finally decided,” I whisper, tears in my eyes. “And so have I. I want to be yours.

Diesel puts on his bright purple fanny pack, complete with a sparkly unicorn on the front. I don’t question it, because we honestly don’t have time for his crazy.

Diesel scoots closer to Roxy and leans in. “The cake here is to die for, literally, I killed someone for a slice once.

Diesel puts on his bright purple fanny pack, complete with a sparkly unicorn on the front.

I’ll get the rocket launcher,” Diesel adds.

Fucking hell, Little Bird, you should see yourself. A cock in your mouth and one in your pussy, blood on you, a fucking masterpiece,” Diesel calls from behind me, and my eyes shut at the words as I clench around Ryder. “Eyes open, love,” Ryder snaps. “You will watch us fuck you and fill you with our cum. Every goddamn time you try to get away from us, we’ll remind you exactly whom you belong to. This body?” He groans. “Is ours. This pussy? Ours. Never fucking forget that.

Who are they anyway? Some sort of male harem that follows you around?” “Exactly,” Diesel calls, before flinging himself down next to Roxxane and grinning. “Her harem.” “Brave man,” Tiny mutters. “Okay, who are we looking for?” “Brave how?” Diesel grins. “Well, last month I saw her almost cut someone’s dick off with a piece of a broken glass bottle he threw at her when she broke his heart. I’m just saying, you’re brave bastards.” Tiny laughs. I look at her, raise my eyebrow, and she just shrugs. “He was rude, plus that was one time…okay, maybe more than once, but honestly, people with dicks always think they know best and can act like they own you. I remind them that vaginas are stronger than dicks, as ours are inside and yours hang out…ready to be chopped off.

You're walking a blade's edge, pretty little bird, and one day, you might just slip, but wouldn't the fall be worth it?

You want something, then take it. Do whatever the fuck you want, Little Bird, because the rest of the world does.

Track the cars.” “Diesel’s new friend is already on it.” He pulls the phone away from his mouth. “D, he can’t work if you keep stabbing him,” he snaps,

The blond, Diesel, slides in front of me, his blue eyes locked on me as he licks his lips. “No, we made a deal with your daddy, pretty bird. Tell me, love, are you a screamer? Me and your dad have a little bet,” he queries.

I remind them that vaginas are stronger than dicks, as ours are inside and yours hang out…ready to be chopped off.” I cross my legs and wince for the man, even as Diesel laughs hysterically.

Anything you ask for, anything, Little Bird, it’s yours. This world is yours if you want it, I will make them bow at feet… I’d make them bleed for you, make them scream, make them die for you. -Diesel

Diesel laughs when I try to run away, wrapping his legs around me until I have a psychotic human koala draped around me, keeping me still.

That motherfucker—I should have stabbed him with the fork, not Diesel.

Then she started beating the shit out of your car, screaming something about snakes and assholes,” Diesel offers wistfully, almost dreamily. I did? Wait, Ryder’s car? Oh fuck.

He holds the knife above my head. “Are you going to use it on either me or Garrett?” Not that he seems put off by the idea, more curious. “Why? We both know you would enjoy it.” I wink before punching him in the gut. He bends over, wheezing, and I pluck the blade from his hand and turn to the cans as he laughs breathlessly. “I’m gonna marry her,” he tells Garrett, but I ignore that, taking it as just another one of his crazy ramblings. “You have to ask her, genius.” Garrett chuckles. “Nah, I’ll just put a ring on her finger one day and tell her it happened,” he declares earnestly. Rolling my eyes, I toss the knife like Rich once taught me. It hits the can and knocks it off. Whooping, I turn to them with a smirk. “Remember that when you piss me off next time.” Stalking around the table, I grab the knife and wander back over as they watch me in shock. Flipping it in the air, showing off, I drop it in Diesel’s hand. “Thanks, crazy.” I saunter away, their eyes still locked on me. “I think I just came,” I hear Diesel say. Garrett snorts. “You’re nasty.” “You telling me you didn’t just get hard?” Diesel asks loudly. “I ain’t talking about my cock with you,” he replies as I giggle.

Good God, you’re trying to kill me. No, my real name is Kace. I took Diesel after that night. Kace died in that fire with my mum, and I was born.” “I don’t know about anyone else, but I like Diesel. Even if he is a bit crazy and tends to watch me sleep.” “You haven’t seen anything yet, Little Bird, you are mine now. I can’t decide if I want to go on a murder spree or fuck you.

Because we have both seen what that does to people, and the idea of doing it to someone else would never cross our minds. Plus, I would never let you. I might not be as strong as you guys or have the money, but I’m a fighter like you said. Survived that way. You will never hurt me because I will never let you. I would kill you, kick your fucking asses if you tried. Diesel might cut my skin or fill me with pain, but it’s my choice. I want that, and I refuse to be ashamed by it. But I always want Kenzo’s smile and soft teasing… and your ice and fire.” “And Garrett?” I have to ask. “I want him too,” she admits. “I even told him that, but we’re taking it slow. I won’t ask what happened again. He’ll tell me when he’s ready, and I hope one day, we can work through it.” “That sounds like the words of someone who plans on staying,” I tease, and she laughs. “Do I have a choice?” She winks.

Just don’t make Diesel angry, okay?” “Wait,” I sputter, yelping as I try to turn and almost drown, so I give up. “This hasn’t been Diesel angry?” He laughs, pulling me closer and holding me up. “Nope. You don’t want to see it—it’s fucking terrifying, and I don’t think even you could bring him back.

Kenzo looks really excited, and even Ryder isn’t on his phone. Garrett offers me a small smile, a truce, and Diesel is, well, Diesel is bouncing up and down on the sofa, waiting.

I hear a male scream that makes me smile. I’m betting Diesel has found the man. What a shame.

D is crazy, and his emotions are different than everyone else’s. He wants me, he takes me. He loves me and hurts me. It’s simple for him. For the others to get it would be another reason why, and I don’t know if I’m ready for that. But Diesel? It doesn’t matter if I don’t say it back or if I’m unsure how I feel, he knows. He always does.

She’s going to have him wrapped around her finger before long.” He grins. “No doubt, she already has you.” “And D, did you hear he killed that drunken idiot at the fight?” Ryder nods. “Sloppy, but that’s Diesel for you.

Now you’re talking. She needs more of those sexy bras, and for sure some more of those boots, they are hot as hell. Oh, we should buy her some weapons,” I sigh wistfully. He looks over at me. “And when she uses them on us?” I shrug. “Probably only on Diesel, and he would love it, and, well, maybe Garrett, but he would just respawn like the devil he is.

I’m not inking you, forget it.” “Why? Cause I’m a woman and you would hate to lower yourself to touching me?” I poke. “Oh, this is going to be good, I need popcorn,” Diesel mutters, but I ignore him as I stare at Garrett, not backing down now. “What’s your issue? Scared of pussy, or are you just really so self-destructive and filled with hate that you can only get it up by hurting someone?” The room is silent apart from the popping of Diesel’s popcorn in the kitchen.

I rise to my feet, my eyes catching on Diesel, who’s sitting out of the way on the table, munching on popcorn and looking way too happy to watch the drama unfold.

So what’s your evil scheme, Little Bird?” “We’re going to tattoo Garrett.” He laughs. “How the fuck did you manage to convince him of this?” “Easy.” I snort. As I get down and wink at him. “I have a vagina he wants to fuck. You going to help me or not?” “She also threatened to beat up my balls again,” Garrett calls. I nod seriously. “That too, this time with a frying pan, seeing as though I still don’t have my bat.” Diesel laughs. “You gotta stop beating people up, Little Bird. It’s easier to just kill them.” I wave that away. “Killing spree later, dick tattoos now.” “No fucking dicks,” Garrett yells and I turn around and narrow my eyes. “I will do a dick if I want to do a dick,” I snap. “No. Fucking. Dicks. If I so much as see a goddamn dick on my skin, I will…” “Will what?” I prompt sweetly, trailing my hand down his chest to his dick and cupping it. “Well?

And one day, we might get married and have kids, or maybe fucking not. I’m a jealous bastard, and sharing her attention with kids… yeah, Diesel would probably flip too. Either way, we are together forever now. Nothing or no one could ever come between us.

Will he die?” I query, and my voice is strangely calm. “Maybe, wouldn’t that be fun? I bet it’s excruciating, don’t you?” Diesel whispers.

So that’s it? Someone touches me, and they get their hands broken?” I snort. “Going to hunt down all my exes too?” “That’s not a bad idea,” Diesel whispers, making Garrett laugh, but I ignore them as I step closer to Ryder. Angry now. “Cause let me tell you, they touched me all over.” I grin, a dark one. “Going to kill them also? What about anyone who looks at me? You possessive fucking assholes, I’m not yours!” I almost yell. He steps closer, his eyes cold and locked on me. “You are, you better start accepting it, love, but keep pushing me, I dare you.

What? Nothing to say? Big bad Ryder lost for words? Or maybe you just don’t know how to act with a woman who has a brain, who you can’t just buy off, who isn’t fucking scared of you,” I snarl. “Oh shit,” I hear one of them say, but I don’t look away from him, staring him down. “Leave us,” Ryder snaps, eyes on me as I stand there. “Good luck, Little Bird.” Diesel laughs as they all leave. “Fucking traitors,” I hiss, as I stare at Ryder with my hands on my hips.

Hell yes! Will you teach me some of your fancy fighting moves too?” I grin. “No,” he snaps, frowning. “You might use them on me.” “Or I might use them on D.” I grin, and Diesel shivers. “Please do, Little Bird,” he murmurs. “You two are messed up.” Garrett rolls his eyes, but there’s a smile on his lips.

I got some information,” Diesel starts, his tone serious before he grins. “Roxy is a screamer. I can inform her dad now.” Ryder laughs, the sound carefree for once. “I could have told you that.” Men.

Why are you so nice to me? When I first got here, the others hated me, even though they brought me here, but you were still nice.” He hums. “I saw in your eyes, like I said, the same ghosts we carry. Honestly, we needed someone to come here and shake us up. We were just functioning, barely a family anymore. The business and money were taking its toll, and we were all becoming cold—Ryder too serious, Diesel too wild, Garrett too angry and withdrawn—” “And you?” I prompt, as he cleans my pussy, making me gasp. “Too wandering. I kept going further and further, but you bring me home, Roxy. You bring us all back and remind us why we started this. Love and family,” he whispers before kissing my shoulder. “Never stop being you, even when you’re angry. You push them to be more, you question things they had stopped questioning, yet you don’t blink at death. You can play with Diesel but talk shop with Ryder. You don’t understand how rare that is.” I sigh. “I’m not rare, I’m just as messed up as you guys.” “Exactly.” He laughs. “You meet our messed up with your own. You are this tiny little thing, yet you can take us down and give us shit. It’s fucking hot. Even when you tell us you hate us.” “I do hate you,” I mutter. “Sure.” He chuckles.

I need coffee,” I grumble, and point at Diesel. “Coffee, now.” All three jerk their heads to Diesel and jump forward like they expect him to explode or something, but he simply laughs and rolls over the back of the sofa. “Sure thing, Little Bird.” I look at the others to see Ryder smirking. “I would say we need to do what you do to get him to behave, but… well, we all saw what he did to you, and I can’t say I’m too interested.” “I bet I could make you,” I taunt, and he laughs.

They all offer me a different escape, Diesel’s just happens to be twisted and bloody and filled with pain. Other people would scream at what we did, and shrink away, but it was all consensual and ended in pleasure, so I don’t give a fuck.

The phone is quiet for a moment until a laugh comes through. “Oh, I see what mischief! Did you come for him like a good little bird?” Garrett groans. “Did you actually just put us on speaker so we could hear her scream?” “Yes, she was being punished.” I shrug, making her laugh. “Didn’t seem like a punishment to me. Hey, crazy man,” she greets Diesel. “Hey, angry man.

I can feel his eyes on me, as well as others. I turn and meet their stares. They’re confused as to who I am, but no one dares approach me, and honestly, I don’t blame them. I walked in with Diesel and Garrett—two scary fucking bastards.

Boo!” he screams, and I rise to my feet, firing as I walk, the others doing the same. Diesel takes two down, but we hear him yell before he shouts louder. “You bastard!” Oh shit. “Shoot me? Bitch, you motherfucking ass dick, bitch, I’ll eat your fucking heart—

Diesel always knows how to make me feel alive.

We all share a look. We are not embarrassed by our relationship, and anyone who has anything to say can die, but we didn’t want her reputation ruined. We are helpless, however, when it comes to her. So Diesel presses to her side, and I hold her hand as Ryder presses against her back. Kenzo grips her other hand. With her in the middle of us all, I hear gasps and whispers, but we don’t care. This isn’t about us today, but a man who gave his life to save ours. A true fucking hero.

She smiles softly, those lips I’m obsessed with curling up. “You’re welcome. Nice gun, by the way. I’m going to call it Killer.” I snort, unable to help myself. “No one names their guns.” “Ahem,” Diesel coughs. “Okay, no one sane does.” I laugh.

I look at Diesel first, the crazy bastard, who has his cock out. I groan as I watch him circle his length, uncaring about being in public. His trousers are undone, his eyes on me as Kenzo fingers me. My mouth waters at the sight of him. He’s thick, so fucking thick, and across his cock is black ink. He got his dick tattooed. It doesn’t even surprise me, nor the piercing at the end-he probably got off on it. Except I can’t help but wonder what it would feel like inside me, that piercing dragging along my walls…

I see Diesel tucking away his softened cock with a napkin balled into his hand… did he come? Christ.

Diesel is right—Roxanne lives for danger, for stress and dark times. It’s when she is most herself. I wonder if she knows that. It’s probably why she decided to run Roxers, to feel that hit every night. The one Diesel finds in flames, Kenzo in gambling, Garrett in fighting… and me in deals, in winning and manipulating people. But I’m the one being manipulated here, and I don’t think she even realises it.

Roxy?” Garrett asks. “Little Bird, what mischief are you up to?” Diesel questions. “Goddamn it, my nose, you asshole,” Garrett snarls.

Well, well, well, where did out little one get that? Diesel’s face splits with a grin. “I think I’m in love. Do you think she would shoot me if I ask?” “Probably, want to bet on it?

Yeah, this guy is dead. I watch the stupid fuck who still looks like he might take Diesel on. It’s all a false bravado of course, anyone can see how dangerous Diesel is. He’s a match waiting to be struck, and this guy? He fucking struck it.

We don’t sneak through or buzz, Diesel blows the fucker up, laughing to himself the whole time. I swear, I get why people are terrified of him, but when I look at him, all I want to do is ride that crazy train. Literally ride him. But like he said, later.

With them next to me, I turn and take in their eyes. “You keep saying you don’t want to be like your father.” I look to Kenzo and Ryder. “Your mother.” I look to Diesel. “Your anger and hate.” I look at Garrett then. “But the question isn’t who you don’t want to be, but who you do want to be. I think you’ve finally decided,” I whisper, tears in my eyes. “And so have I, I want to be yours.

Fuck, I look over at Ryder and he nods, he’s noticed it too. The last person Diesel became obsessed with ended up being burned to death. We want her to suffer, but not that much… not yet.

When I sit down, they all give me a smile before doing a double-take at the jewellery. Ryder looks smug, Kenzo grins at me softly, Garrett just grunts his approval, and Diesel leans forward. “Yes, one of us, one of us!” he chants, banging his knife and fork on the table, making me laugh.

And I do. It’s magnificent, clearly Garrett’s work again, but what does it mean? A small part of me knows, and fear and excitement fill me. Does Diesel… love me? To be loved by him would be both dangerous and an adventure. It might kill me, it might consume me, but I would die smiling. Except he can’t love me. Can he? And is that how he sees me? Standing so strong, capturing them?

I’m surprised you haven’t asked about the fanny pack,” I scoff to her. She looks at me with a grin. “On the list of weird, crazy shit Diesel does, that’s pretty low, plus he looks cute.” D snorts, and she sighs. “Fine, you look hot as hell. I can barely keep my hands to myself. The sparkling unicorn really brings out the crazy in your eyes,” she deadpans. “Better, now let’s go.

And then he gives me a hand. In a box. Honestly… it’s romantic as fuck. Turns out it was the mohawk—Andrew—guy’s hand. What a softie. Though I don’t really know what to do to preserve a hand, so I leave that up to Diesel. I even catch him high-fiving Garrett with it once, to which the big guy punches him in the face and knocks him out cold. When he comes around, he’s laughing his head off. Crazy bastard.

You want to help?” She nods, a sly grin covering her lips. “You think you’re the only one who can? I have an idea. Do you trust me? Good, because shit is about to get real.” She strolls away while I stare at her retreating form, wondering if I should be more worried about her than Diesel and his launcher, but I don’t have long to debate. If I want this done today, I need to make calls and fast.

I hear Diesel declare, “I’m going to marry that woman.” “Let me stab the bastard—” Laughing, I toss her over my shoulder. “Behave, or I’ll let him play with you. God knows he might even marry you without telling you.

And I’m coming half naked why?” “Because I hate them and get bored. With you there, I might enjoy it.” “Ryder, you can see my vagina.” “Can you? What a shame, might rouse the old bastards enough to get stuff done.” “Uh-huh, or give them a heart attack?” “Own it, love, you do everything else. If you’re good, I might even let you beat Diesel up later.” “Like you could stop me. We both know that crazy bastard will be waiting.

Diesel’s last message was a picture of his face covered in blood with the caption, “You’re sitting on this later.

Goddamn, it’s like I’m dating John Wick. I wonder if I could get one of them to role play being him. I bet Kenzo would, and with that dark hair, he could fit the role. Diesel is a little too crazy to be Kenau. Garrett would just tell me to fuck off, but then fuck me. Ryder would smirk and demand I give him something in return. Bastards.

Goddamn, it’s like I’m dating John Wick. I wonder if I could get one of them to role play being him. I bet Kenzo would, and with that dark hair, he could fit the role. Diesel is a little too crazy to be Keanu. Garrett would just tell me to fuck off, but then fuck me. Ryder would smirk and demand I give him something in return. Bastards.

Diesel saw that before any of us. The rest of us lived in ignorance, unwilling to bend and break. Not him, he ripped open those walls inside me, refusing to hide from the truth. Some might call him crazy, but maybe he’s just enlightened… and, okay, a little crazy. Kenzo… fuck, Kenzo. It will kill him if I die. He already lost his mum, and he’s got such a caring heart, even if you don’t always see it. When he loves, he loves hard. He’s all in. Ryder will blame himself. He thinks it’s his job to protect everyone, to see everything coming, but he’s only human. It won’t stop him from hating himself however. Garrett is so close to the edge anyway, this might push him over. My scarred enforcer will become lost in his demons until it gets him killed.

I watch as he lifts the knife covered in blood. It reminds me of Diesel, and weirdly, my pussy clenches… like, really, ho? Now is not the time.

There’s no way I’m betraying my guys. They tell you under torture to reveal information that’s not important and is close to the truth, but no way am I risking that. Diesel would murder me, love or not. I know it’s going to bring a world of pain, but I can take it. I can survive it.

You left,” he snarls. “You left!” Diesel screams, and we all look over at him. Shit, he’s exploding. “D, calm down,” I order, but he ignores me, shaking his head as he smashes his hands into it. “Left! She left!” he roars. “Oh yeah, ‘cause it’s my fault for getting kidnapped—” She starts, but doesn’t get to finish. Diesel is there, kissing her hard, tasting her blood, before he bites her injured lip. “You are in a whole lot of fucking shit when we get home, Little Bird.” “I can’t fucking wait.

I’m a Viper, baby, biting is our thing, and I plan on biting and licking you all over later while you fuck my brothers.” “You know, there is nothing hotter than a man knowing how to use a weapon,” she calls, watching us with our guns. “She’s talking about our dicks!” Diesel retorts.

I don’t want to be a part of your family, I have my own,” I reply coolly. “Do as you’re fucking told and listen to your daddy,” he barks, puffing up like he used to back then, but now he just looks pathetic. “Don’t worry, she does, and she will be calling me daddy later.” Diesel smirks even as I gag and glare at him. “No, I fucking won’t.

That all you got? The great Diesel can’t even catch his own woman?

Diesel told me he fucked your ass with a knife, is that true?” he murmurs. I refuse to be ashamed. “Yes.” “Good, because I’m going to fuck your ass. Be a good girl, and I’ll make you come more times than you can count. Be a brat, and I’ll make it hurt, and while you’re crying, I’ll make you come, make you love the agony.” Goddamn, why is that so hot?

Can I have my gun?” “No,” I almost snarl. “You don’t need it, we’ll look after you.” “Can I have my bat? I promise not to use it on Garrett’s junk again,” she offers sweetly, making him snort. “No,” he replies. She sighs dramatically but then smiles. “One sec.” With that, she dashes off to her room before coming back a minute later, tossing a knife in the air. Where the hell did she get that? Diesel laughs. “That’s my girl. Come on, Little Bird, it’s time to play.” He drapes his arm across her shoulders as she tucks it into her jacket pocket and looks to me. I can’t move, though, too busy staring at them—at how close their bodies are, at how comfortable they seem. It’s worse than I thought.

Of course I’m scared, I’m fucking terrified. She ruined me, my body, my mind, and fuck, Rox, how can you want that? How could you want me to touch you when I’m such an asshole? When I might kill you?” “What’s a little danger?” She grins. “I’ve been with Diesel, dude, you aren’t worse than him.

I bet Diesel has chains.” She wiggles her eyebrows. “Whatcha think, big guy, wanna give it a go?” “I’ll try anything if I get to fuck you.” “That’s the spirit.

Diesel, what the fuck, man?” “Well, someone kept us awake all night, so I figured if I came out and cock-blocked I could sleep.

Diesel, my pussy hurts.” “Good.” “Assholes, both of you. Don’t even care that you and your big cocks have hurt my little vaj-jay-jay.” “Uh-huh, didn’t you want it each and every time and beg for it?” He smirks. I narrow my eyes. “I don’t like you anymore.” “You liked me before?” He perks up. “Crazy bastard. I’m going to find Kenzo. He’ll care and look after me.” They both laugh. “Probably, soppy bastard.

Fuck, I didn’t think this through. Hot as hell Garrett tattooing me while Diesel watches?

Diesel is behind me, his eyes locked on my ass. The dirty bastard. He’s watching for me to get all hot and bothered so he can tattle to Garrett.

Dude, I’m fine, Diesel just teasing me because I like the pain of tattoos.” Garrett frowns harder, watching me, and then it seems to click, and his eyes widen and his mouth drops open, making me grin. “I bet you don’t get that with is lot, do you?” I tease. He actually blushes, which causes me to laugh harder. “I don’t—fuck, baby. Now I’m going to be hard while I try to do this.

I always have time for you, you know that,” I murmur, as I do the same to the other and toss the bloody appendages on the desk. “What’s wrong, Little Bird?” “I’m bored, and Garrett and Kenzo are sleeping, and Ryder is off somewhere. I wanted to play.” Her voice drops an octave, making me shiver and my cock turn hard. “Torture Garrett for a while, I’ll be back as soon as I can,” I promise. “Garrettttttt, Diesel said you had to play with me.” Her voice is sweet as sugar, but it makes me laugh.

Ryder steps forward and drops to his knee with a box in his hand. Garrett kneels next to him, a box in his hand as well, and with a wink at the judge, Diesel does the same. I blink and laugh as Kenzo drops down as well, all four on their knees, all holding boxes. “Tell me there aren’t four rings.” I groan, even as I grin so wide my face hurts. “Of course!

So why am I running? Because I’m scared, that’s why. Scared how much I want them, how much they have consumed me. How right I feel in their arms, in their life. The cold, controlling alpha. The damaged enforcer with a heart of gold. The romantic, charming gambler. The insane killer with an obsessive heart. What does that make me? Their captive? No, not anymore. It makes me theirs, a Viper. It makes this home. As soon as I realise it, I know. I know I didn’t want to leave. I haven’t for a long time. That fight and hate was aimed at myself, because I knew if I didn’t, if I gave in, I would have seen the truth all along. From the first kiss, wink, and smile. I was theirs. But you can’t take and not give. They took me, but they gave me themselves. I refuse to be like Ryder and Kenzo’s parents. I refuse to be the bitch who ruined Garrett. I refuse to be the mother who never loved Diesel. I refuse to repeat the past.

Stay, be ours. Keep Ryder sane, melt that ice and give him the love he never had but deserved. Love Garrett, even though he struggles to love himself. Love Diesel, even though it might kill you… and love me, even though I don’t deserve it. Be my greatest win.

You crazy bastards, I hate you.” “Hate you too, love. What do you say? Want to get married, to be an official Viper?” “Bitch, please, we already know I am.” I snort. “Fuck it, let’s get married.” “That’s the spirit!” Diesel laughs.

Diesel grins and opens his to reveal a beautiful orange stone set in a band etched in flames. Kenzo opens his, and I laugh at the red stone with carved dice on the side of the ring. “Baby,” Garrett murmurs, drawing my gaze, and he opens the box to reveal the ring from Daphne. “This was always yours, I just gave it away by mistake.” Ryder clears his throat as tears fill my eyes, and he opens his box to reveal a traditional, cold-looking, huge diamond. “Roxanne Viper, will you be ours?” “Forever!” I laugh as they jump to their feet and circle me. “I still hate you,” I mutter.

Ryder kisses me first, sealing the deal before passing me to his brother who dips me, making me laugh. Garrett grips my cheeks, no words needed, as he looks into my eyes and kisses me softly, like I’m made of glass. Diesel? Diesel slashes his hand and then mine, making me gasp, and presses our bleeding palms together as he kisses me. “Forever, Little Bird.

Diesel, remind Roxanne whom she belongs to.” “Oh, Roxanne, I’m in trouble,” I mock.

You kill him, and I chop off your dicks.” “One-time exception, love.” Diesel sniffs her neck. “I’ll still kill him,” he threatens. It makes her laugh and glance back at him. “No, you won’t, because it would hurt me, and unless it’s physical pain, you hate it.” “Bloody little bird, too smart for her own good.

Probing time, baby, bend over.” Diesel does so, wiggling his ass at me and making Garrett groan. “No ass play before tattoos.” “After?” “This is a fucking terrible idea, and they call him crazy, she’s just as bad,” he mutters to himself.

It’s some of his skin peeled away where the scar is, and underneath it are moving snake coils, like his skin was flayed away to reveal the viper underneath. Diesel’s details make it look so much better, and there’s no dick. I figured Garrett was too brave for that shit.

Baby—” “She might have cut you up, Garrett, but underneath all that skin is a viper, a predator, stronger than ever.” He storms towards me, and I hold my breath, but he tugs me against him and kisses me hard, desperately, lovingly, before leaning his forehead against mine. “I fucking love it.” “Yeah?” I ask. “What did you draw on my ass?” I pull away and point at Diesel. “He did it!” I yell, before starting to run. I hear him pulling down his pants. “Roxy!” he shouts while I laugh. Garrett catches me, though, and scoops up my legs and holds me to his chest. “A heart? Really?” “It’s cute.” I grin.

It turns out we could get into a lot of trouble. I seem to have started a prank war among the Vipers, but these criminals don’t fill water balloons with flour or hide fake snakes somewhere. No, they play it for fucking real. It’s crazy, and I can’t help but laugh as we mess with Kenzo’s car. We decided to spray paint it, which I’m betting is worth millions. I draw dicks on it, because why not, and so does Diesel. Garrett helps, and we all giggle like kids as we do it. For Ryder, we head to his office which is below the apartment. Diesel suggests a grenade under his chair, but we luckily manage to veto that idea. I really want to ask where he got the grenade, but honestly, it doesn’t even surprise me. Instead, we do something equally as crazy. We buy a brothel in his name.

Pain. It’s in every breath I take. If she leaves, what will become of us? Diesel and Garrett have already left. If she isn’t here, will they come back?

I need Ryder’s cool confidence now, and I need Garrett’s strength and Diesel’s conviction. I need them all, and they are here, all of them, in my heart. With her.

We have covered half the list, but Diesel is threatening to burn my balls unless I bring him home to see Roxy, so we’re on our way.

Stay, be ours. Keep Ryder sane, melt that ice and give him the love he never had but deserved. Love Garrett, even though he struggles to love himself. Love Diesel, even though it might kill you…and love me, even though I don’t deserve it. Be my greatest win.

Diesel disappears for a whole day, but when he comes back, he vows never to leave my side again. And then he gives me a hand. In a box. Honestly, it's romantic as fuck. Turns out it was the mohawk-Andrew-guy's hand. What a softie....