Page 47 of Striker
Viper polished off his wrap, then wiped his hands on a napkin before diving into some fruit. “Did you talk to your sister?” he asked Atlas.
Atlas’s brow furrowed. “No. Didn’t have the chance. Why d’ya keep asking me that?”
Viper shrugged. “No reason. Just making conversation.”
Atlas narrowed his gaze. “Have you heard from Paige?”
The tone of his voice made Molly raise her eyebrows. She glanced between the two men. Atlas looked suspicious. Viper seemed nervous.
“’Course not. I mean, not since we were home. Don’t worry, last thing I wanna be is related to you through marriage.”
Atlas snorted. “As if Paige would marry you anyway.”
“Well, that’s mean!” Molly cried. Viper was definitely easy on the eyes. Not that she found herself attracted to him. Atlas was the only one who could get that engine started. But she could appreciate a muscular man any day.
Viper grinned. “It’s all right, doll. He’s just down for a pissing contest.”
“There’s no contest.” Atlas flashed his teeth.
Viper guffawed. “I guess not. I remember when Paige told us you’d only piss outside until you were five.”
Atlas scowled. “Shut up.”
Molly covered her mouth, not even trying to hide her shock. “You didn’t.”
“He most certainly did. Drove his mom batshit.”
“Hey, I grew out of it.” He smirked. “Kinda.”
Molly peeled open the paper around her wrap. “You two are entertaining. What other dirty secrets are you going to spill for my benefit?”
“None,” they said in unison.
She chuckled. “O-kay then. I’m probably better off not knowing.”
Knock, knock, knock
She jolted in her chair, all the amusement flying from her face. Viper got to his feet and Atlas placed his hand on hers.
“It’s just the guys coming to eat.”
“Oh.” Of course that made sense. There was enough food to feed an army.
Moments later, the room was full. With so many huge alphas in one space, the walls seemed to be growing closer together by the second. Conversations flew, and their voices meshed into one.
Molly stayed at the table so she wouldn’t be in the way. She’d eaten only half her wrap and a bit of fruit and yogurt. Her stomach still couldn’t hold very much.
Atlas had moved to the living room to talk with Wraith and Reaper.
Rogue took a call in the bedroom and a minute later returned, his face lit with excitement.
Wraith licked cheese off his thumb. “It’s about damn time.”
Molly’s interest piqued. She picked up her plate, tossed it into the garbage, and inched closer to the group.
“Where is he?” Atlas’s nostrils flared. He sat on the arm of the couch.
She gravitated to his side and ignored Rogue’s curious, watchful gaze. He secured an arm around her waist, pulling her against his hip.
