Page 209 of A Love Like Venom

And I will be besides him once more.

They say to destroy a monster one must become one themselves.

When really no one expects the angel to have demons of her own. For her to dance in the flames she created. No one expects the angel to cause mass destruction.

The most important thing Reed taught me while training was to never underestimate your opponent.

Razor’s underestimation will cost him.

And that’s what all of us back at the Vipers MC compound were counting on.

He thinks he’s ten steps ahead. That I escaped the compound to hand myself over to him. To trade my life for Reed’s.

In a way I suppose he’s right to believe that. I would trade my life for Reed’s but it’shislife that I came to take.

All those pieces of myself that shattered mold themselves into something new. Something vicious and strong. Without remorse and a moral compass.

Reed senses it. He senses the change happening inside of me. He can see it in my eyes.

“I see you, Alice Hall,” he says to me. His voice is different. Darker. Yet I welcome it like a lovers caress.

He sees me.

He welcomes the darkness with me. He accepts me like I have always accepted him.

“I see you, Reed Carter,” I say back to him my voice just as dark.

And here we are about to plunge in the darkness, together. Always together.

Finally I say the words that will end all of this. With a devilish smirk that looks every bit as wrong but feels too right I snicker for Razor to hear, “You will never own me.” As soon as thewords leave my lips, those five magical words, the war he wasn’t prepared for begins.

A loud bang that echoes happens in the distance followed by a succession of gun shots coming down like hell fire.

Startled, Razor loosens his hold on me and I use it to my advantage. With the knife pointed above my chest I take his wrist and bend it at an unnatural angle. A classic maneuver Reed taught me while we were training with weapons.

Turns out knives are my specialty.

He grunts in pain and the unnatural angle causes the knife to slip from his hand. I take the knife and swiftly move out of his grasp by slicing his arm that holds me. With a hiss he lets go completely. I take that as my chance to escape and run towards Reed.

I make it five steps before I am slammed to the ground. My head hits against the concrete and I swear for a moment my vision goes black. The harsh impact causes me to lose my breath. I go to inhale and it burns.

But I push through.

I have to.

Razor can not win.

Clenching my jaw and grinding my teeth I mentally block out the pain and rise.

His eyes, deep and as blue as the ocean with violent waves meet mine. A piece of black hair dangles across his forehead ruining his always perfect style. Dark brows are slanted with anger.

As I stare him down I hold the knife with a death grip. I want to tear him apart. For each wound he inflicted upon Reed I want to give him twice as more. He deserves to feel my wrath. He deserves a death far worse than what I have in mind.

For everything that he has done he deserves to rot in Hell.

The gunshots grow louder as they draw closer. I stand where I am unafraid. “If I was you I would run,” I warn him.

He chuckles. Eyes lighting with twisted amusement. “You are warning me?” He laughs some more. The sound prickles my ears and ticks at my nerves. “You are mine, Alice. Come with me now and I might let your precious Snake live.”

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