Viper Game

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There was an email address for him to send Whitney the information. I get what I want and you get what you want. The girls I’ll need back, but at least you will have spent time with them while you’re working this out. You can keep the woman. She’s useless to me. Pepper was never going to do what we asked her to do. I’ll cut my losses and leave her alive, leave her to you.
Wyatt stared down at the note, anger roiling in his gut all over again. “Wyatt.” Trap closed his hand around Wyatt’s shoulder. “He’s not going to take your girls from you. None of us will let that happen.” He looked around the laboratory. “He left behind good equipment. I’ll make inquiries and see if we can pick this place up ourselves. We’ll make a fortress around you. Stockpile weapons. He’s not going to take those children.”
Wyatt looked up from the letter, and he tapped Pepper’s file. “I don’ want anyone else readin’ this, Trap. You have to because we need to know everything he’s done in order to try to find a way to reverse it, or at least find something to minimize it.”
Trap carefully rolled his hand over Pepper’s file. “He’s had years to work on her, developing that biochemical, and we most likely aren’t going to be able to remove it from her system. You know that.”
Wyatt nodded. “We may be able to counteract it, find a way to give her some relief. I thought maybe pregnancy. He must have considered that possibility. He wouldn’t use her for missions if she was pregnant and he’d want more children from her.”
“Maybe. That could happen. It’s easy enough to test that theory. Still, Wyatt, her life isn’t going to be easy and neither will yours if you keep her.”
“I’m way past that, Trap, and you know it. I wake up in the mornin’ feelin’ alive. I do everythin’ I can just to make her laugh. Her smile lights up the room – and my life. She’s worth burnin’ in hell if that’s what I have to do every now and again.”
“Then work the hell on that nasty temper of yours and your jealousy. She can’t help what she is. They did that crap to her. You need to learn control. Control is the key to everything.”
Wyatt found himself smiling. “Yes, Zen master. Your student hears and obeys.”
Trap gathered up the files and smacked Wyatt over the head. “Let’s get the hell out of here.”
Chapter 21
Pepper held herself very still, looking down at Wyatt’s sleeping face. He was beautiful. So beautiful. Everything about him. The home he’d made for their daughters. His grandmother. His sexy body and cocky grin. The rough way he dragged her to him, the tenderness in his eyes after sex, or when her mouth was on him. She loved that look, the way he watched her as she pleasured him. She loved the way he wanted to see her face when he gave her multiple orgasms and the way he wanted her to say his name. She just plain loved him.
The terrible weight that had been stomping on her chest ever since she’d killed the soldier using what she was, what they’d created in her, threatened to crush her. She had known the moment she’d first laid eyes on Wyatt, out there, in the swamp, when she should have been running for her life away from the compound with Ginger – when she should have been taking care of Ginger. She’d turned back and watched him casually beat the crap out of the guard. He’d looked beautiful then too, an avenging angel.
He’d walked into his grandmother’s parlor, knowing she wasn’t alone. He didn’t care. He wasn’t afraid, and he refused to back down. Pepper had known then. She’d known he was someone special. Someone who deserved far better than she could ever be.
She’d tried to be that woman for him, but as far back as she could remember, she’d been groomed for one thing – to tempt men. To lure them. It was in the way she walked. In the turn of her head. The sound of her voice. She couldn’t stop those years of practice. She’d been taught to use sex as a weapon. She hadn’t known sex could be something special or beautiful between a man and woman. Wyatt had taught her that.
Braden – or Whitney – had forced her body into a terrible, clawing, endless cycle of pure need. Her body turned on her. She worked hard to shield the others, but sometimes she just couldn’t do it. Sometimes the clawing need and the burn between her legs was pure hell. Nothing helped but Wyatt. Only Wyatt.
She hated that he was affected by the vicious, unending cycle. It would never get better. He thought he could handle it, but when the months and the years went by, when he was angry with his friends and with hers, when jealousy got the best of him, he would feel different. He deserved better.
She knew the difference now. She knew women weren’t trained from their teenage years to be sexual weapons. She remembered the men they’d brought in to instruct her. Her face burned. She’d hated it and then had begun to accept it as normal. It wasn’t normal, and she would never be.
And then they had added the venom so she could lure her victim and then dispose of him. He would die, just as the soldier had died, looking at her as if she was the most beautiful, perfect woman in the world.
A sob tore up her chest and lodged in her throat. She hadn’t told Wyatt what she’d done. She couldn’t tell him. She’d forced that soldier into a state of need, of addiction and made him think he loved her above all else. She didn’t want Wyatt to know the worst of her. She couldn’t bear it if he knew the worst of her. She couldn’t bear it if he looked at her with disgust – which eventually would happen. She couldn’t bear it if he walked out on her. All he saw that night was her saving them from certain death. He hadn’t cared how. But he didn’t see the soldier’s face like she did.