Page 42 of A Love Like Venom

Frustrated, she twists her hands in my cut and straightens out her arms to create distance. Distance I allow.

“You have no idea what you’re talking about. Are you this lost in your anger and insecurities that you can’t see the truth?”

I narrow my eyes. “I’m not doing this with you tonight. You know what you did and I will seek revenge, but right now I need you to tell me where this right-hand man could be.”

“He’s not him, Snake. He’s violent. Unhinged. Cruel. You go after him and you’ll be dead.”

I smirk down at her. “Awe. You saying you care about me?”

She huffs with frustration. “Unfortunately as much as I hate you right now I don’t want to see you dead. And showing your face around me is signing a death wish.”

I raise a brow. “He have a thing for you?” The demons inside me don’t fucking like that. Not at all. And if we didn’t already have a war brewing with these fuckers I’d start one just because he wants what’s mine.

Her lips remain tight lipped and it pisses me the fuck off. I pry her lips apart with my thumb. “Tell me the truth. Does he want what’s mine?”

She speaks against my thumb. “I’m not yours.”

“Oh, Alice. That’s where you’re wrong. We’re tied together whether you want to admit it or not. Love me or hate me, Alice Hall, you’re mine.”

She doesn’t look pleased. In fact, she looks downright pissed. Fury swallows her eyes whole as she’s tense against me. “If I tell you where he might be will you leave me the hell alone?”

I shrug. “Perhaps. I guess you’ll have to tell me and see.”

She grits her teeth. Jerking her chin she steps away from me. The air between us is tense with animosity and electricity. For as much as we hate each other we can’t deny our attraction.

“He’s probably at Fantasy. That’s where they like to hang when they aren’t here.”

I pat her on the head like one would a dog who has done a good job. “That wasn’t so hard, was it?”

“Now can you go?”

I tilt my head to the side pretending to contemplate the idea. “I don’t know. How about you say please?”

“Seriously?” I nod my head. “Please, can you go?”

Fuck. There’s something about her begging that has me as hard as ever.

I give her a middle finger salute as I walk away. Her eyes narrow in response. Before I’m out of earshot I make her a new promise. One I intend on keeping. “I’ll be back for you, little Alice.”

I’ll be back. Just as soon as I tell this fucker who she belongs to.

Alice

"What the hell was that?" Grace demands after she locks the bathroom to the ladies room.

I’m so fucking furious that I could punch something. And I’m so fucking heartbroken that I could just wallow in a bottle of tequila and drown in my sorrows.

Everything feels heavy. My heart. My mind. My fucking soul. It’s all weighing down on me, crushing me to the ground.

I never once thought in my life I would hate Reed Carter. But I do. I fucking hate him. I hate his devastatingly handsome face. I hate his body and how I long to feel him against me. I hate his always perfectly tousled hair and that dark glint in his eyes that promises no good.

But what I hate the most is how I really don’t hate him. Not when a part of me will always love him. Not when I wish on the stars for the man I knew to return.

God, I must be insane. I have to be. Because why did his touch make me crave another? Why did the threat of being his light up every cell in my body?

What’s wrong with me?

It has to be the attraction. There’s no other way to explain these maddening feelings.

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