Viper:
Kat.
That goddamn redhead used to be wrapped around my finger like a leather glove—tight and obedient. She was good. Knew her place. Sat pretty on the back of my bike and didn’t ask questions. Just a pretty little decoration in a leather jacket, the way a club girl should be. Not anymore.
Now she’s fire and claws. Wild. Untamed. Acting like she’s got a god damn backbone or some s**t.
But that didn’t happen on her own. That happened after she ran. After she betrayed me.
She was supposed to do one thing —one. Drive the cargo down near the border, drop it, walk away. I even set her up with clean tags, no trace. But the truck never made it. Just vanished like a damn ghost.
And so did she.
The f*****g cartel wanted blood. Said they didn’t care whose fault it was. I got the beatdow
