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I have to take a few breaths to regain my focus. Aiden is a distraction; I swear that is why people end up dead. He should take the blame from Ashton, not me.

Focus, you’re aiming for cock. With one final breath, I release the arrow and follow through.

The arrow slices through the man’s thigh and lands close to his groin, which elicits loud screaming. Well, it would be loud if not for the gag.

“Good girl, venom.”

I shiver at those words. That’s so hot.

I turn to him and look up at him. “Well, not the cock, but pretty close for my first time.”

Aiden laughs. “Don’t worry, we will make you good enough that you can aim for his tip and slice it right off.”

The man on the wall flails and screams, but the rope holds him in place. “How long will that take?” I muse as I grab another arrow.

Aiden shrugs. “Depends. Probably several times and a few dead bodies.”

I guess that makes sense. It’s not like I was going to walk in here and become the female death cupid.

Oh, there’s an idea. Pink nightie, heart slippers, bows in my hair to go with my bow and arrow. Well, maybe red to match the blood splatter. You know what? Both.

A death cupid with fashion. Aim for the heart but hit the cock. I think Ashton would approve of that motto since it would keep them alive.

I could create different personas with each new weapon I mastered. Bring some color to this silver meat locker.

“I want to try again. Too bad his cock isn’t larger. It would give me more to aim for.” Aiden chuckles at that as he steps up behind me again.

“Venom, if you need me to give him a little blue pill before you aim, you just let me know.”

I wonder if I could get arrows with heart-shaped blades.

Shopping tomorrow, for sure.

CHAPTER

TWENTY

AIDEN

Aiden:

Send me a nude.

Ari:

Tell me about my engagement ring.

Aiden:

Come on. I need motivation for the game tonight.

Ari:

An eye for an eye.

Aiden:

How about a nude for a nude? Sounds more fun.