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A rash decision? Did Venom think I was going to challenge him again?

The thought appealed to me, then I remembered Gray’s anxious face when I abruptly left his place.

I never should've left his apartment, I realized. Now, it felt like I had no way of turning back.

"I got curious about the omega you and Jack Roth are fighting over,” Venom said.

"And what's your verdict?" I asked drily.

Honestly, I didn't give a damn about what Venom thought. It still felt wrong he talked to Gray without me there.

"Gray is simply someone who got sucked into a bad situation," Venom answered.

I tried to recall what Gray told me tonight.

"And you believed Olaf when he claimed Gray is Jack's mate?" I demanded. "Gray had known Jack for the whole of one night.”

"Olaf's pack and the MC—" Venom began.

"Have been doing business for a while, I know," I snapped.

Venom narrowed his eyes. Right, I'd forgotten that he didn't like to be cut off. He growled softly in warning and all the hairs on my arm rose.

"Why are you even friends with a terrible alpha like Olaf?" I asked.

Before I could say more to worsen the damage, the door to Venom's office was yanked open. Standing there was Nitro, panting and out of breath.

"Venom, Spike's drunk and not in the right state of mind," Nitro said, approaching me and grabbing my arm, pulling me up from my chair.

I tried to push him away, but my movements were sluggish from the alcohol.

"Sorry for ruining your evening," Nitro apologized as he continued to guide me out of Venom's office.

"Get off me," I muttered, irritated by his insistence on dragging me along as if I were a misbehaving cub.

I growled at the curious gazes of the MC brothers we passed. Finally, we reached the parking lot, and Nitro released his grip on my arm.

"Let's take a walk," Nitro suggested. "Some cold air could do you some good."

"No, I'm heading back to Gray's place," I declared stubbornly.

Out here in the open, I began to sober up. I'd never admit it to Nitro, but I did appreciate him taking me out of a bad situation.

If I'd remained in Venom's office any longer, things might've escalated further. Venom had already given me too many second chances, and eventually, his patience with me would run out.

"You want to return to Gray, drunk?" Nitro questioned, raising an eyebrow.

Horrified by the thought, I gritted my teeth.

"Fine, we walk," I conceded, reluctantly agreeing to his suggestion.

Under the cloak of night, Nitro and I strolled along a familiar path.

The quiet wrapped around us like a cozy blanket, broken only by the occasional rustle of leaves or the distant calls of nocturnal creatures.

It was a peaceful night, the air refreshing after the stuffiness of the clubhouse and my confrontation with Venom.

After a while, Nitro finally spoke up. "You feeling a little better, Spike?" he asked.

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