Vipers Run by Stephanie Tyler Read Free Book Online

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    â€œI think she’s still in the anger part of the grieving process,” Tenn offered.
    â€œI’m not dead,” Cage said through clenched teeth.
    â€œShe thought you were,” Tenn shot back.
    â€œSo yeah, that’s why I’m not sure if I’m going with you,” I said.
    â€œWhile she’s deciding, you can make some shit up to me,” Tenn said, and by the look on Cage’s face, I could tell he knew what the favor was, and he didn’t look happy about it, to say the least.
    â€œDon’t start, man.”
    â€œYou started it.”
    â€œCould’ve called to check,” Cage said quietly, moving slightly away from me. He still held my arm while going chest to chest with Tenn, who growled, “I did. Would’ve expected to hear from you at some point. So you want to take her out of here without her consent, you’re going up against me.”
    â€œI’m not leaving without her.”
    His words echoed—a threat and a promise. My mouth went dry. He was so damned male. Completely untamed. He looked like he’d been born on a bike, his motion fluid as he swung a jean-clad leg over and revved up.
    â€œThen it looks like you’ll have some time to do that favor you owe me while you try to convince both me and Calla that she should leave here with you,” Tenn said steadily.
    Cage stiffened next to me, the frustration coming off him in waves. “Now is not the time, Tennessee.”
    But Tenn looked both unimpressed at Cage’susing his full name and also pissed as hell. “I thought you were dead, fuckwad—even after Tals knew you were alive, you made him lie to me. So go play nice for the camera. Lucky that’s all you’ve got to do.”
    Cage let go of me and walked away cursing. I stared after him for a long moment before turning back to Tenn.
    Tenn, who shoved a camera into my hand. “Put it on the tripod. Get everything except his face. From here up.” He put a hand on the middle of his nose. “Make sure the sound’s on too.”
    â€œWhat are you talking about?”
    â€œYou wanted a job? You got it.”

Chapter 6
    I stared at Tenn, openmouthed, for a long while. It was only the slam of a door behind me that got me talking. “You’re not serious about this.”
    â€œDead serious.” The awful gallows humor wasn’t lost on me, but Tenn wasn’t smiling. “You stay in there with him.”
    â€œI don’t think I can.”
    â€œWhy not? You said you needed money. You’ll get a cut of the profits.”
    How much could that be, really? And when I asked, he threw out a number, telling me, “That’s only the first week.”
    I headed to the room, ignoring his laughter behind me.
    I had no idea what to do once I got in there. Maybe I wanted to let Cage off the hook, especially because he was muttering and pacing.
    He stopped dead when he saw me with the camera. “That fucker.” He slammed the door open and yelled, “Remember that fucking hellhole in Jakarta, asshole? That’s worth a million of these.”
    I heard Tenn call back, “You let me think you were dead.”
    Cage slammed the side of a fist against the doorjamb, put his forehead there, and for a long moment I had no idea what was going on. Not until Tenn called, “You’re live in five.”
    â€œI can’t fucking believe this.”
    â€œYou told me to come here,” I pointed out unhelpfully, trying not to laugh.
    â€œNo, Bernie told you,” he corrected, then mumbled, “Because I told him. Fuck.” He turned to stare at me. I ignored the butterflies in my stomach and held up the camera like a challenge.
    I don’t know what I expected—maybe for him to walk out? And I wouldn’t have blamed him.
    But I was also an idiot to challenge a man like Cage. The look on his face turned from frustration to kid-in-a-candy-store in a