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He was wild.
He was depraved.
He was a Venomous Prince.
Hating him was innate.
Loving him was unexpected.
I was the nitro.
He was the dynamite.
Together we were catastrophic.
Unus
fatum
ducunt volentem fata, nolentem trahunt
Chapter One
Unus
I lived for nights like this.
The weather was perfect—a much-needed reprieve from the sweltering daytime blaze. There was the peace that came with everything being at a tranquil standstill, and an initiation was minutes away from taking place. This meant new members, and new members meant bigger numbers.
After growing up in the underbelly of a fucking subway station, I was still rebuilding the broken empire my father left me, and in my empire, every Venom mattered.
That is, after they proved themselves, of course.
I was diligent to the point of being over excessive when it came to ensuring that no one faulty got into the family, which is why I absolutely refused to deal with two types of people.
One: Pussies.
And two: Disloyal motherfuckers.
There were a few other immediate disqualifications, but those were of utmost importance. Those were the two that would fuck around and get you killed.
The Badlands showed no mercy to anyone. It didn’t discriminate against color, faith, or gender. It challenged you to do one thing and one thing only, survive. If you didn’t have the means to do that you died a painful fucking death, often slow if you were lucky it would be fast.
I had no qualms about snuffing out someone’s life to get what I wanted or ensure my survival.
Remorse was for people who felt the need to touch base with their conscious. I’d long ago decided I was better off without one.
That’s where the initiation started to come into play.
Standing at the edge of the tree-line, I kept watch over Trix, as she worked her magic. Quick as ever, she picked the lock on the front door and entered the shack of a house. Four minutes later she was back on the porch giving a silent thumb up to let us know that we were good to go.
“You ready, man?” Maliki turned to Ace and asked.
“Been ready,” he replied, eyes never leaving the house.
“Alright, then,” I said, pulling my mask down, “Let’s get this show started.”
The three of us stepped from the shelter of the trees, leaving Tobias to follow behind with the duffel bag.
