King Cobra (Diamondbacks Motorcycle Club Book 3) by Evelyn Glass Page A

who the Viper was. Having an idea of it was very different from touching Lind’s dark side with her own hands. For the first time since they had embarked on their tentative relationship journey, Eve began to really think that she may be in over her head.
     
    Besides, she reflected, she was pretty sure Lind didn’t love her. At least, not in the same way that she loved him. He had pulled away too readily for Eve to believe that he might have the same kind of feelings for her. The more she tried to think of a way to get close to him once again and salvage their relationship, the more she came to realize that it couldn’t be done.
     
    She clenched her jaw against the sudden assault of tears. She blinked angrily a few times, refusing to let them fall. She was not going to cry for him, she decided. The way she saw it, he already held too much power over her. It infuriated her that, even as frustrated as she was with him, she had not been able to get him out of her head for one second of the past few weeks.
     
    The Diamondbacks would always come first, Eve knew that now. It didn’t matter what she did, she simply didn’t belong in this rough, strange world of his. The realization was killing her; she could actually feel her heart breaking. How could she have been so stupid? Did she really think they were compatible after all? Did she really think she could change him? Did she really think the Viper was just a job persona, something that Lind could get rid of the minute he stepped through the door to be with her?
     
    Eve shook her head in the dark.
     
    Stupid, she reproached herself vehemently. So fucking stupid.
     
    And who was to say that, given the circumstances, Lind wouldn’t use her as bait too? Taylor kept eluding the Diamondbacks, and Lind was getting more frustrated by the hour. Desperate times called for desperate measures, and God only knew what a snake could do when cornered.
     
    Eve’s stomach clenched. It killed her to be thinking that way about the man she had fallen hopelessly in love with, but in light of what she had been told tonight, she couldn’t help it. It was the club’s mission right now to find Douglas Taylor and get rid of him once and for all, and Eve was beginning to think that Lind would stop at nothing to settle the score.
     
    She couldn’t help sparing some thoughts for Taylor and his late wife. She tried to imagine how he must have felt, and all in all, as absurd as everything still seemed to her, she figured she couldn’t entirely blame the man. Sure, going mental and attempting to murder people wasn’t exactly a great response, but atrocious pain could do that to a person. Eve couldn’t think of anything more atrocious than losing the one you love in such a violent, senseless way.
     
    She thought of Lind, and despite it all, she sent up a quick prayer to a God she wasn’t even quite sure she believed in to keep him safe. Lind’s obsessive drive to bring this matter to a close scared her; she wasn’t sure what he was capable of doing. She wasn’t sure what kind of danger he was willing to expose himself—and others—to.
     
    She swallowed past her suddenly dry mouth. She couldn’t believe she was actually afraid of Lind.
     
    “Anyone in their right mind would be.”
     
    Was Lucas right? Had she been out of her “right mind” to never fully consider Lind’s dangerous nature before? It was just that he was always so gentle with her…he made it easy to forget about who he really was, the role he played in his world.
     
    Eve thought about it all until her head hurt. And just when she was finally drifting off to sleep, something flashed through her mind. An image. A memory. A man with a burnt back enjoying the twins’ special attentions in one of the privets of the nightclub where they all danced. Douglas Taylor.
     
    Eve’s heart began to pound in her chest. She had actually seen the man who posed such a threat to her. The twins had bragged about him afterwards,