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suspicious of him, so he had to tread carefully. This “little village” they had entered was Viper’s compound, where everyone who joined was required to stay so Viper could keep a close eye on them. Some people might consider Viper’s group a cult, but it was much more than that. Viper gave people a second chance. He didn’t care about anyone’s past. When a person joined the Cobras, his past was wiped clean. That person chose a new name, a new start, and gave up everything he knew. For most people, Viper’s outlaw group was a chance for a new beginning.
    To Stoner, it was an opportunity for revenge. One he couldn’t pass up. He’d seized the chance when it had arrived and now, after many months, he was finally in.
    Viper trusted very few people. Stoner intended to become one of Viper’s most “trusted.” He had big plans for Viper.    
    Karen turned back to Stoner. She glanced down at her wrist GPS. Stoner had noticed the GPS earlier but he had not mentioned it to Viper. If Karen found a chance to escape using her GPS, all the more power to her.
    But he couldn’t let her escape under his watch, or he’d be the one Viper punished.
    “Let’s go.” Stoner snagged Karen’s arm. “No funny moves or I’ll have to tie you up again.”
    She glared at him, her eyes sparkling with defiance. But she said sweetly, “I’ll be good,” and moved forward at his prompting. The woman was full of contrasts: fire and ice, strength and weakness, defiance and submissiveness. He couldn’t figure her out. But damn if he didn’t want to try.
    Viper paused on the porch of the giant log building. He watched as Stoner ushered Karen forward. The other bikers had disappeared inside the building.
    Stoner wasn’t sure what Viper’s plans were when it came to Karen, but it wouldn’t end well for her. She’d witnessed a murder. It was unlikely she’d leave this place alive.  
    “Welcome to the Cobra Hangout,” Viper said to Karen, his freakish pink gaze steady on her. “You’re a guest here as long as you do what you’re told. You’ll answer to Stoner. Consider him your boss. Everything you do will be under his direction. You’ll eat with him, sleep with him, shower with him, piss with him, and grow pot with him. But don’t try to escape, Ms. Williams. Because you won’t get far. No one leaves this place without my approval.”
    Karen stopped at the bottom of the porch. She stared up into Viper’s cold eyes. Stoner remained silent while she studied Viper. Her gaze traveled over the tattoo vining up the side and back of Viper’s neck and covering the top of his bald head. The tattoo was a highly detailed serpent, its mouth open and fangs spread wide, its tongue slithering out and over the top of Viper’s head and tickling down between his eyes, the forked tip of the tongue ending just above the bridge of his nose. A striking tattoo, it was a true piece of art, one that drew attention with its extreme details, the outline of the snake’s scales, the realistic looking reptilian eyes, the authentic forked tongue. The unusual placement of the tattoo up Viper’s neck, across his bald head and down his face made it that more attention-grabbing. A person didn’t notice Viper just for his rare albinism, but also because of his strange, striking tattoo. His entire appearance was freaky, even the piercings. 
    Stoner imagined Viper’s tattoo was probably the strangest, creepiest tattoo Karen had ever seen. Viper was likely the strangest, most frightening man she’d ever met.
    “You got some kind of obsession with snakes or something?” She motioned to Viper’s head. Hell, if she was afraid, she didn’t act like it. Karen Williams was a tiny, spunky little woman who confounded Stoner. Most women—most people—would be quaking in their shoes if they’d been taken prisoner by one of the most powerful outlaw motorcycle clubs in the country. But not Karen. She was wily. Courageous. And those traits might just keep