Page 12 of Rawest Venom

“Yeah. Yeah, I am. Can this wait until I finish?” Still holding the firearm in one hand, he drags the third woman, Victoria, toward him, a little yelp escaping her lips. Lying on top of her, he plunges inside her pussy while spreading Vanessa’s thighs with a swat of his pistolon the inside of each. She opens for him as he reaches his head over to gnaw on her exposed cunt. After a moment, he leans up on his elbow to give me a cocky smirk and, while still eyeing me, slides the gun inside Vanessa’s dripping pussy.

Her hands come down to grab his wrist as she yells, “No, Ace! No.”

His movement pauses as he gives her some wide eyes. Puppies don’t even look that pathetic. “Come on, baby. You’ll do it for me?”

Biting her bottom lip, she relaxes as he slips the handgun back in and fucks her with the pistol while rampaging his hips into her sister. Veronica crawls to him on her knees and kisses him while his eyes remain open to find mine with amusement. The man does love to put on a show.

“Cal, you want to help us? Nessa’s available?—”

“I’m Victoria.”

“Victoria’s available.” He uses his hand to stroke her long blonde hair, and she melts against his skin. All seems forgiven.

The wolf always did enjoy toying with me, teasing me, luring me in for a fight, but surely, he must know I want no part of his disease-riddled game.

“I think your wife will be very disappointed to see what you’re up to. Should I show her?” Bringing my phone up, I video his movements as the three blondes scream, “Wife? When did you get married?” They try to scramble away, but he grips Veronica’s hips tightly so she can’t escape.

“Ugh…” With the last shove of his cock and the barrel of the gun inside one of his companions, Ace comes in dramatic fashion while Vanessa screams in anguish, the pistol shoved far up in her while her lonely sister, Victoria, looks on with envy. Despite his love of pack loyalty, the man seems to get off by causing rivalry. “Fuck, fuck. Vanessa. Victoria, Veronica, fuck, whichever. You better take a Plan B after that. Hey, eat my cum out of her snatch and share it with your sisters.”

Slipping off the bed, he places his Ruger on a side table and bids me to follow him with a nod. Addressing the women still recovering in his tangled sheets, he says, “I got a meeting. Use the bathroom if you have to, but you can’t stay here. See ya next week.”

His feet make it inside the leg holes of a pair of sweatpants while leading me back down the stairs, his guests piling off the bed slowly. Silently, down a hospital white hall, he opens the door to a sterile office with minimal modern furniture. He motions with his hand for me to take a seat in what appears to be a chair while he slides behind a glass table.

I’ve already got access to his system sitting on top. Other than an obscene amount of porn, it doesn’t offer me much.

“Okay, so…go.” From a small, covered dish on the surface of the desk, he produces a professionally rolled joint, his hand shielding it as he lights the end, then puffs with a flourish. Even when he takes his time blowing out the smoke, it comes out in rings that grow larger as they near my face.

I should have dosed today.

“You’re still on to marry Arianna Freidenberg.”

With another loud exhale of smoke, he eyes me carefully. “Yeah, and? You tryin’ to be the moral police now?”

“No. They’d like the wedding moved up as soon as possible, Ace.”

“Who killed Ashley, Cal?”

Sliding an arm across the top of his desk, my fingers unlatch the lid of the case, pulling out a joint for myself. Sniffing it along its length, I get a hint of orange and the ragweed growing in the forest behind the casino. It’s cheap.

“It’s not yours, if that’s what you’re wondering.” Ace stubs out the end of the paper and sheds the remnants into a separate ashtray. They must be desperate for my products over here.

“What if it could be?”

“You’re saying if I move up the date with princess priss, then I can have some product?” His ink-sleeved arms spread wide across the desk.

“Yes.”

Leaning back in his chair, his bright blue eyes scan me up and down suspiciously. “And you’ll tell me who killed my sister after?”

“Yes, that’s the deal.”

“How much stuff you gonna give up to us?”

Before I can give him an answer, three large men in white suits burst into the room. One grabs my bicep and lifts me off the chair, and the other two surround their pack leader, shoving him behind their stacked bodies. A fourth, skinny man with thick tortoise-shell glasses and an ill-fitted expensive suit strolls in behindthem. Kline. Ace’s handler and decision maker. Thought I could get by with just talking with my friend, but I should have known the pack would invade.

“My client is not saying a word. You’ll leave the premises, Mr. Von Dovish. Mr. Donovan is under duress and cannot approve any agreements. Anything he stated prior to this is null and void.”

My body is shuffled toward the door, feet tripping until I go willingly and the hold of the two gorillas on either side of me relaxes. “Mr. Steadmeier, my lawyer will be contacting you regarding setting up the contract for Mr. Donovan’s marriage to Miss Freidenberg.” Glancing around the wall of muscle now blocking the door, I say, “And hewillmarry her.”

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