Page 71 of Sweet Venom

Ellis shrugs his shoulders before throwing himself on the couch and saying, "He burnt our family's trailer down to the ground while our piece of shit parents were passed out on drugs."

"How the fuck do you know that?" Sebastian snaps.

"You think Nico and I didn't track you down after you had been gone for hours the same day you got your license?"

"I didn't take my phone," he exclaims, as if that's the only way he could have been tracked.

"You didn't need to. Nico bought you a Mercedes with a built-in tracking system. He had the app downloaded and synced to his phone before you ever drove it off the lot." Ellis says as he rests his arms on the back of the couch.

Sebastian walks over to the couch opposite him and sits before asking, "Why didn't either of you ever say anything?"

"There was nothing to say. Whatever they did to you that provoked that type of end said enough. They got what they deserved. As far as Nico goes… It's Nico."

I let his words hang as I digest everything that was just said. Sebastian killed my parents, and from the sounds of it, Nico Serra's rumored ties to the mob must hold some merit for him to turn a blind eye. However, all that is in the past. I need answers for the present.

I stand at the coffee table between them and ask, "Does this mean Ellis is right to suspect you? Did you have something to do with the Sweets' house?"

"Does it matter? They hurt you and a lot of other innocent people. Harold Sweet ran a sex ring, and his disgusting wife Monica lured, groomed, and targeted girls and boys alike. Neither deserved to breathe another day."

"Fuck yeah, it matters!" I say a little louder than intended. "Ellis just confirmed the last time you burnt someone's house to the ground, you fucked up and left a trail. There are two important women in the other room, and I need to know if they're in danger."

He stands up, ready to fight, and Ellis rushes between us. "I didn't leave a fucking trail. They mean everything to me too, fucker. The Sweets are in that house burning alive as they should. I can guarantee it. They had a list of enemies a mile long. I ensured the authorities had more than enough leads, and unlike you, the authorities have no reason to look at me. I have no ties to the Sweets."

"Tatum, he's right. We don't have to like it, but he's right."

A door opening down the hall has us all immediately breaking apart as if we weren't just at each other's throats. It could be Vi or Say walking down that hall, but the person didn't matter. What mattered was protecting them. Both of them. It's then that I know these men are my brothers. They are my family. I may have wanted to seek revenge against the Sweets and pay them back for every scar, but that type of retribution wasn't in my cards. Instead, my revenge is living my best life, one they sought to steal, with a family I didn't know I needed.

Chapter 30

The Enemy

6 MONTHS LATER

I can't believe this is my life. I never put too much thought into relationships or what one would look like, but I can't imagine it would’ve looked like this if I had. If you had told me six months ago I'd be tying my dream girl to a bed, only to wake her while eating her sweet pussy and letting another man tattoo our initials on her hand, I would have had you committed. But now that I'm here, I wouldn't want it any other way.

Parting her gorgeous thighs, her bare pussy is immediately exposed to me. Mia piccolo vipera likes to sleep nude, making Tate's plan all the easier to execute. I look up to see if he's set up with the gun, only to find that he's still setting up the pieces. The plan was to tie her up carefully so she didn't wake, which wasn't too difficult, seeing as she's pregnant and incredibly fatigued. The woman can fall asleep anywhere. I'm not supposed to touch her until he's ready, but I can't resist. I haven't been able to keep my hands off of her since I found out she's carrying my baby. Her body is like a fucking drug. I've loved watching it change, knowing it's growing my child. Those breasts that I love to tease her about have practically doubled in size, and her flat stomach is now swollen and perfect as fuck. My hands cradle it every chance I get. I'm fucking rock hard already, fiending for a fix.

She's had an easy pregnancy—no morning sickness or aversions, just extreme fatigue, which has been her only qualm. Vivian can't stand missing the gym, and she hates when I tell her we more than give her the exercise she needs. And that's no stretch. Vivian has always been very sexual, but pregnancy has made her extra sensitive, and she can't fuck enough. We don't make it easy on her though. Each of us constantly tells her how beautiful she is, drowning her in compliments that are the opposite of how she feels. She believes we're embellishing to make her feel less insecure, but we're not. We're all fucking obsessed with the changes her body is making as it creates life.

"Hurry up," I whisper-yell to Tate, who gives me a head nod, which means he's ready.

The plan was to wake her with pleasure before we gave her the pain. I waste no time diving in and parting her sweet lips only to take one long lick straight up her center. Fucking perfect. Movement catches my eye, and I watch as Tate removes the blanket covering her torso before taking one of her full breasts into his mouth.

"Mmm," she groans as her big brown eyes slowly blink open. It's not until she tries to move her hand to run her fingers through my hair as I feast that she realizes she's tied up. You know it's messed up when you wake your girl and the fact that she's tied up doesn't faze her—but what we have in store might.

Tate flicks his tongue over her pert nipples, and I feel her pussy clench around my tongue, and it only makes me dive deeper. She's so sensitive. Her hips start bucking as she attempts to grind against my eager lips. This is the part where Tate was supposed to get on the gun, but, like me, he's enjoying our girl, and when she says, "Tate, let me taste you." I know our plan is starting to go sideways.

Tate's eyes flash to mine knowingly. He knows what we agreed on, and just when I think he's going to scrap it, he says, "You up for trying something different?"

Her eyes sweep over us before she answers, "As long as your cock is in my mouth."

"Fuck," he draws out before kissing her hard and kicking his shorts off.

When he goes to straddle her face, he does so backward so that his front is facing me, and the fucker throws me a wink. It's then that what he has in store hits me. He's going to gag her with his cock while he executes the plan. He lines his dick up with her mouth, and her plump lips part to take him in, and my cock weeps. Fuck. I need some part of her body wrapped around my cock, stat.

Tate's eyes roll back in his head as he shoves his cock down her pretty throat two times before reaching for the gun. The second he does, I push two fingers into her tight pussy hard, giving her more of what she wants just as the hum of the gun comes to life. Then, when I see the needle touch her finger, I curl mine inside of her, hitting her g-spot and bringing her to climax.

"That's it, vipera, soak my fingers. Get this greedy pussy ready for my cock."

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