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“No. She just calls it as it is. What did you say to her?”
“Nothing!” I shouted, getting to my feet, pacing my office. “I wanted to check the place out. Asked if she was any good and the bitch busted my balls. She even fucking laughed when I told her my name.”
“Hold up,” Pyro sternly said, leaning forward. “You asked Venom.TheVenom if she was any good? Fuck King, I know you don’t keep up with current shit, but do you have any fucking idea who Venom really is?”
“She’s a fucking mouthy bitch. That’s all I need to know.”
“No. She was Dog’s protégé. The very woman Dog asked us to keep an eye on. You know, our only special project at the moment. Tell me you didn’t fuck this up? Because Dog told us that Venom was sketchy. She doesn’t trust anyone. Dog told us we needed to proceed with caution.”
Fuck. I forgot about that damn special project.
The second it arrived, I handed it over to my brother, Pyro. The Sons of Hell wasn’t like other biker clubs. Oh, we did the normal shit. Like transporting homemade liquor and the occasional weapon across state lines. Sometimes, we helped other clubs with some not so legal shit that typically ended with fists and a hail of bullets.
We were bikers.
We lived by our own code. But what no one knew was that a few of us, mainly my officers, took on special projects. Projects that ignored every fucking law to do the right thing. Our one project, the one I may have just fucked up was sent to us by a former club brother who just recently died and was currently in my brothers’ hands.
Dog was a friend of our fathers, who left the club several years ago to take care of his ailing daughter in California. When she died, Dog refused to leave, saying that he wanted to be buried next to her when his time came. When the club got word that Dog had died, I sent a representative to the funeral to pay respects. It was days later that a certified letter from some attorney came, letting me know Dog had one request. To keep watch and protect a woman named Venom. When I flew out to California, the woman sold Dog’s tattoo shop and disappeared. I didn’t even have her real name. Dog didn’t even know it. I checked in with the attorney and the real estate agent to find out who this Venom was, but no one knew anything. She just vanished, taking everything Dog left with her.
How the fuck was I supposed to know that the Venom in Rosewood was the same Venom Dog tasked me with protecting? I had a lot of shit on my plate with the distillery, distribution, and other clubs. Typically, when a special project came across my desk, I handed it off to the brother I thought best suited. I didn’t have time to locate a wayward woman who disappeared into thin air. And why did she need protecting? What the fuck was Dog getting my club into?
“King,” Pyro growled, “Venom is a famous tattoo artist. Known worldwide. Every fucking tattoo magazine around the world covers her art. People pay out the fucking ass to have one of her tattoos. Fuck man, the only reason this town gave her the shop was because of the clients and revenue she could bring in.”
“How the fuck do you know so much about her?”
“Because I did my research, you dick!” Pyro yelled, “Fuck it all, King. I spent weeks locating that woman, only to find out she was in our fucking backyard. I only just confirmed she is the woman Dog wanted us to protect.”
“Why? What’s so special about her that Dog called in a favor after he died?”
“Jesus King. Did you even read Dog’s letter? She is his daughter and before you ask, no, she doesn’t know. Dog asked us to keep it a secret until the threat to her is gone. Look, she doesn’t talk much about her past. All I know is that she is looking for a fresh start. She hated California. Only stayed because of Dog. When he died, she moved here.”
“If there is trouble coming, I need to know.”
“I’m aware of that, but this project isn’t going to be easy. She doesn’t trust anyone. Hell man, it took me two fucking weeks just to get in to see her. The woman is seriously busy.”
“What’s her real name?”
“No fucking clue. I went to the courthouse and looked up the lease on the shop. She bought it. Owns the whole fucking building out right. Paid cash for it. The name on the deed is Venom. No one on the town council even knows her real name.”
“Social, driver’s license, anything?”
“No. She had a car when she got here, but she sold it. Tracked it down. The title was in Dog’s name.”
“She has to have a name.”
“I’m sure she does, but I can’t find it.”
“Give me everything you’ve found on her so far. I will see what I can dig up.”
“I don’t think that’s a good idea, King. You’ve already mucked shit up enough. According to you, she hates you. Doesn’t trust you. I don’t see you getting anything out of her.”
“I wasn’t asking for your opinion, Pyro. Just get me the information,” I ordered firmly, dismissing him as I sat back down behind my desk. I don’t know why I asked for everything on this bitch, but I wasn’t going to let her get away with that shit she pulled.
She may not know who I am, but she was going to find out. I didn’t let anyone talk to me the way she did. Whatever trouble she was in was nothing compared to the hell I was about to rain down on her. I was going to make her life so fucking miserable she was going to be begging to leave Rosewood.
And I would let her leave, right after I sank my dick deep into her cunt and got the satisfaction I deserved. I was the fucking king of this town and the king always got what he wanted.
Picking up my desk phone, I called around until I got the number for the tattoo shop. Wasting no time, I dialed the number until I heard, “If you are looking for a touch up, leave your name and number and I will call when I have an opening. If you are looking for a new design, leave your email address and I will email you all the information I will need. If you are looking for anything else, leave a message after the beep.”
