Den of Vipers

CHAPTER SEVEN
KENZO
“You could have at least caught her.” I laugh as I stare down at
the beautiful girl out cold on the floor. Diesel punched her
hard, her eye is already swelling, and I’m betting her head will
hurt tomorrow.
Better than what Garrett would have done to her for that cheap shot, but
when I actually look over at the guy, he’s icing his cock and has a strangely
impressed expression on his face as her bat leans next to him.
Who is this girl?
Definitely not the meek little good girl I was expecting, that’s for sure.
Hell, she didn’t even seem scared when we told her everything. She tried to
fight. I like that. It might keep her alive for a while. At least long enough for
me to get my dick wet and see if she fights like that in bed.
I bet she does.
She’s a wild one.
“Kenzo, go with Diesel and pack her a bag…more than just panties.”
Ryder sighs, staring down at the girl. “Garrett, pick her up, will you?”
The big guy grumbles, pulling the ice from his dick, but he lifts her up
and cradles her to his chest without looking down at her, his teeth clenched.
Nodding, I follow Diesel upstairs. “Shit, I’ll get the key,” I tell him when he
tries the handle and it doesn’t budge.
I’m turning to do just that when I hear a smash. Glancing over my