Page 47 of A Love Like Venom

She runs across the bar and engulfs me in a hug. I wrap my arms around her just as fierce before shooing her away. "Go," I tell her with a laugh. "Text me, okay?"

Nodding her head she replies, "You do the same. I'll see you tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow."

We both say our goodbyes and I watch as she leaves the club.

Finishing up the cleaning job I take the dirty rag and go back to the laundry room to put it in the dirty hamper. Seeing that it's starting to get high I'll have to leave a note for someone to wash it tomorrow morning.

Grace and I come in at nights so that's not part of our job. More than likely the guys here will have one of the prospects do it for them.

Sometimes I still can't believe they even have prospects. Who in the hell would want to join this MC willingly?

Crossing the back hallway, I go to the lockers where I have my phone and car keys stored. It's a bit risky to leave them, I know but under a lock I know that they're safe. The last time I had my keys in my back pocket someone tried to steal them.

That is not going to happen.

My White Knight is my only savior.

As I'm unlocking my locker, I hear heavy footsteps. Ones too heavy to belong to Grace if she forgot something.

Automatically my heart rate skyrockets. The blood hums in my veins like an electric wire. My breathing speeds up as I hear the footsteps coming closer.

Fuck.

Before the adrenaline can kick in for me to decide to fight or flight the back of my neck is gripped harshly. Strong callused fingers that are rough wrap around my neck in a bruising grip. His fingers press down squeezing at my windpipe. It's enough pressure to let me know that he is the one in control. That he's always in control. My life is in his hands. He can take that away from me in seconds.

Fear trickles throughout my body like ice leaving me paralyzed.

Then I can feel his breath upon my ear all hot and heavy. My insides churn with disgust. If it wasn't for my lungs burning, I would be throwing up. But it's becoming too difficult to breathe. I gasp for air as I'm under his grasp.

"Did you honestly think I wouldn't notice," Razor sneers. His smooth voice cutting me open.

"I don't know what you're talking about," I wheeze out the lie.

His grip around my neck tightens and the air supply gets cut shorter. "Don't lie to me," he seethes.

Putting his hand on my hip he loosens his hold around my neck to spin me around. Now I'm facing him.

Dark blue eyes deep like the ocean with rough waters bore into mine. I'm sure he can sense my fear. Like a predator he can smell it. I know it only excites him.

And it's almost a shame really, how much of a vile human being Razor is. All his good looks go to waste. With black hair that is cropped neat around his ears and tailored longer at the top, dark blue eyes, a jawline that is strong and a body that is in peak physical form it's obvious that he's an attractive man.

Then you meet him.

Everything that makes him attractive only becomes repulsive.

With his hand loose on my neck I try to move except he catches me. Glaring down at me his hand returns its bruising grip. "So, you can talk to him but not me."

"I don't know-"

“I said don't lie to me!" He shouts. As he does, he slams my head back against the metal lockers. Pain vibrates through my body as my vision momentarily goes black. When I regain my sight Razor's face is up close to mine. So close in fact that the tip of his nose touches mine. "You talk to him and his friend, afucking rival MC and you don't talk to me. You act as if you aren't mine when you know damn right that you are."

My blood boils with anger. "I'm not yours," I gasp with what little air I have left.

The vein in his neck bulges as he clenches his jaw. Then his hand that was on my hip moves scandalously across my body. Recoiling from his touch I try to fight back the nausea building in my throat. "This," he says while pawing my breast, "is mine." Then his hand moves down to my most intimate part and he cups me between my legs harshly. I wince as I bite down hard on my inner cheek. Hard enough that I can taste blood. "Just like this is mine." His hand doesn't release me as he has me helplessly against the metal lockers.

With eyes more sinister than Snake's and a mouth twice as wicked he spits, "They want to send a message, fine, it's received. But how about I send a little message for the next time they look at you. Show them who you belong to. Especially the one who calls himself Snake, hmm?”

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