Page 30 of Rawest Venom

“It’s all part of the training,” Dot would say.

Swiping at his nose with the back of his thumb, Dash nods, then grips me around the neck with his thick bicep. Pulling me closer into his sweaty body, he holds me for a moment, and just the feel of his skin was almost enough to make me forget the grueling months of abuse.

Since I was found at seven, he had become the twelve-year-old big brother I never had. It was only us two on all those gray nights in the cold underground cinder block home we stayed in, ate in, trained in. At fifteen, he became a momentary crush, then a crutch in my life. Someone to use for comfort because I never had a security blanket.

But he made a terrible one.

It used to scare me to have to disappoint him,because I couldn’t stand the look on his face. Now, I know it means the end for me if I fail a mission.

But if I proceed with this one, I could end up worse than alive.

Imustget Cal’s attention back. Whatever it takes…

Eleven

CALUM

The chair.

It’s what greets me when I awaken the following morning. Creaking of the hinges on the seat wakes me up like an alarm clock as I blink to see the monitor wall in front of me. Spread out by my fingers is a row of gummies, and I pop two.

Three.

Another night I must have fallen asleep observing. My dick is cold, resting on my thigh outside of my jeans, which are flared open at the crotch. Shoving myself back in my briefs, I meander to the shower in my adjoining bathroom and prepare to start my day, another task forming in my mind.

In thirty minutes, I enter the store through the warehouse black curtain, my vision darting to the flames of Jane’s hair as she finishes with a customer. Sneaking in behind her, my finger pokes her side as she taps some buttons on the register. Jumping almost a foot in the air,she spins around. Her arms snatch my biceps, the nails digging into my sweatshirt.

“Hi!” I say casually.

Her face transforms from shock to a forced bright smile. “Hey. I didn’t hear you come in.”

“I didn’t mean to startle you.” My fake chuckle matches hers as we scan each other’s faces, trying to get a read on the other. But while she’s showing horror, I remain a mystery. “I came by to tell you about your second training mission. If you want it.”

“Oh, yeah! Of course. What do you need me to do?” She crosses her arms, which, if I imagine her sweatshirt off, would mean her breasts would be shoved up and her large, pink nipples would be easy for my tongue to lick. Part of me wonders if they have the same flavor as her lips. And does her mouth taste the same as her pussy?

“I need you to visit a supplier. He’s a tough one to crack, so I will go with you?—”

“No, I can do it.” Shifting from foot to foot, she looks down at the ground, then back to me.

My brow furrows as I question her. “Are you sure?”

“Do the other guys do it by themselves?”

Schooling my face so I don’t laugh at her genuine nervousness, I say, “Yes, they do.”

“Then, I can, too.”

Got her. And she waltzed right into that one. So eager to please me. “This guy, Larry, he’s not easy to crack. I’m not sure how he’ll respond to a…woman such as yourself coming to pick up the supplies, but weneedhis supply, Jane. It’s paramount to get it. Winters can gettough, but he helps us out from time to time. He’s all the way in Appleton City.” Crossing my arms, my posture mimics hers. “But, if you’re sure?—”

“I am. I’ll get the supply. Whatever it takes.”

Reaching across our divide, I gather some of her hair between two of my fingers and follow it down the length with my gaze. Narrowing my eyes seductively, I let my voice lower and say, “You do such a good job for me.”

Her West Tech hoodie isn’t enough to hide the fact that her nipples become erect with my touch. If I took a deep inhale, I could smell her cunt over the lavender. “I-I try,” she whispers.

“I know you do. You’re a good girl.” The quick rise and fall of her chest let me know my words have their intended effect. After giving her the details of the night’s pickup, I walk backwards toward the black curtain. “Let me know if you have any trouble.”

After completing my rounds at the other stores, I head home to my chair to await nightfall. Monet has prepared an edible lentil loaf with mashed potatoes that I enjoy while scoping out the monitors. Mindlessly, I chew a few caps until the designated time.

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