Page 50 of Cruel Biker

He didn’t know the situation.

Bolt gave him the signal that he was going to check, but rather than look around the fucking truck, he actually went under.

Of course, the guy he’d just killed started to weigh a fucking ton, and he couldn’t quite hold him up. Venom let him go with a slump, pocketed his dirty knife, then grabbed his gun. The sound of the body dropping alerted the other men, and the moment they came around the corner, guns started to go off. This pissed him off, as he felt a bullet go whizzing past his ear.

He fired both of his guns, taking out the two men, however, the gunshots were going to alert the others inside. The two men were not dead, and he gritted his teeth, as he fired one gun, then the other, putting a bullet between their brows.

“What the ever-loving fuck?” Bolt asked, coming out from under the truck.

“What the fuck were you thinking?” Venom asked, reloading his gun, as he heard the screams.

“Look out,” Bolt said, and Venom had a chance to duck out as more guns came.

He and Bolt were on opposite sides of the warehouse opening.

Bullets raining down on them. Venom didn’t have a way of knowing how many men they were up against, and he started to look for an entrance, then he happened to catch sight of the men in the shiny metal grate on the truck. He knew they could see Bolt in the reflection but not him. This made him smile, as they were moving close to Bolt. There was a part of him that was tempted to just let them kill Bolt, and he could say the man died in action. However, just because he didn’t like the kid didn’t mean he wanted him to fucking die, not like that. If Bolt was going to die, it was not going to be on his watch.

He tensed up, and right at the moment when they were about to descend on him, he fired his gun, taking out three guys’ legs in the process. They all fell to the ground.

“Holy fuck, they were coming for me. Did you see that?” Bolt asked, kicking their guns away.

“Yeah,” Venom said. “They could see you in the shiny grate.” He pointed to the truck’s back.

“You’re going to be sorry,” one of the men said, groaning.

Venom hadn’t hit any major arteries.

“Yeah, yeah, they keep telling me that.”

He put his guns away, and then he lifted one of the men up onto his feet and cried out as he put weight on the one that was injured.

He let out a little whistle. “That sounds mighty painful.”

“Fuck you.”

He smirked. “You wish. How many more of you people are in there?”

“Don’t tell him, Ronald.”

Venom tutted. “So, you’re Ronald. Hi, Ronald.”

“Fuck you.”

It was cold as fuck outside, but this man was already sweating. He was going to have a lot of fun with him. He couldn’t help but smile.

“I’m not telling you nothing.” And then he spat at him, and Bolt winced.

“I wouldn’t have done that, but damn, that would have pissed me off if it was done to me,” Bolt said. “That shit is just nasty, and full of so many diseases.”

Venom slammed his fist against the man’s face, breaking his nose. He instantly fell to the ground, and Venom picked him up, then butted his head against the man’s face, knocking him clean out. The other two men started to beg for mercy, but Venom wiped the spittle off his face and proceeded to drag the other two men.

“What should I do about him?” Bolt asked.

“Bring him.”

Even as the men fought, they were no match for him, as he dragged them into the main factory, and he was shocked to see how small the operation was. He recognized the chemistry setup with the glass vials full of liquid, the smoke, and all the shit he didn’t do in science class. There was also a small shoebox filled with small packets of white powder.

He’d moved enough of Romano’s shit to know this stuff was pure white, while the powder for Romano was more of an off-white, nearly cream color. Venom never touched the stuff. He didn’t do drugs, as he’d seen firsthand what bad drugs did. It ruined people, destroyed families. He was more into the anti-drug campaign.