Viper
Vivian studied the motorcycle, then turned her gaze back to me, folding her arms. The red silk of her dress tightened across her chest.
“I have one condition.” she stated.
I paused, my hand already reaching for the door handle.
I let out a short, disbelief-filled huff. “You are negotiating?” I asked, arching a brow. “You are in a basement with a man who could snap your neck, hiding from a husband who owns the police and you want to negotiate terms?”
“I am not getting on a bike with someone I don't know.” She said, her fingers digging into her own elbows. “And 'Viper' is not a person. It's just a street name.” She leaned in slightly, challenging me. “I want a real name. No code. No bullshit.”
I stared back at her.
The silence in the car thickened, becoming almost tangible.
