Page 84 of Venomous Games

I would love to sit here and relish in his screams a bit longer, but I have something more important that I need to attend to, and that’s my wife. Standing back up, I look down at my handiwork. I smile in appreciation, knowing I’ve just won this hunt. I’m sure my wife will be very pleased to know the man she got paid a lot of money for was taken out by her husband. Maybe she’ll even give me a tip. The sexual kind, that is, because I would never take a single penny from her. Though, she’s welcome to every single cent I have.

I don’t waste any more time before I take aim and unload my gun’s magazine straight into his head. He falls to his back, and I don’t bother sticking around to watch as the blood seeps into the forest floor where it belongs.

As quickly as I can, I make my way back to where the cars are parked. When I get there, I find a few members milling about. My gaze immediately goes to the back of the car, and there she is, still seated in the same spot where I left her.

When she sees me, she jumps to her feet and rushes in my direction. Her hands go to my stomach, gently checking my wound, then she looks up at me, her eyes connecting with mine.

“I think you deserve that milkshake now,” she says.

“Fucking hell,” Victor mumbles as he walks past us.

“Victor, a word,” Soren says.

I pull her against me, and she’s careful not to touch my wound.

“You need to see a doctor. You’re bleeding,” she whispers. I don’t bother telling her I felt the stitches rip earlier. I don’t want to worry her even more.

Soren leans in to speak to Victor. “I have a wife for you, if you’re willing.”

Victor tenses. “You just hand them out like candy?”

“No, but this one⁠—”

“You better not fucking say it’s your sister. You tried that already,” Victor says.

“You could be good together,” Soren declares. “Or not.” He smirks.

“I’m going back to Vegas,” Victor grumbles.

Soren looks at him, surprised. For a moment there, we assumed Victor would stay. “If you need me, you know my number. I suggest you don’t use it, though.”

FORTY-SEVEN

MAVEN

When I arrive home, I hear voices, which means Victor is here. He and Boston have gotten quite close, and I actually like having Victor around. Out of all Boston’s friends, I like him the most.

Both of them turn to look at me when I enter the room.

“Hey, boys.” I offer them a wave. “Hope I didn’t interrupt anything.”

“You didn’t,” Boston says as he gets up and comes to stand in front of me. “What do you have there?” he asks, nodding to what’s in my hand. I peer past him to Victor, then back up at his face.

“So, I got a milkshake for us to share,” I reply.

“Oh, fuck. I’m out,” I hear Victor mutter.

“Smart thinking,” I tell him as he strides past us and straight out the front door.

“You got us a milkshake?” Boston raises his brows.

“I did. So drop your pants.”

“Why would I do that?”

“Well, I want to mix my two favorite things. Your cock and my milkshake.”

“Ohhh,” he says, remembering. He nods to the drink. “That’s going to be cold.”