Page 10 of A Love Like Venom

“Okay. We will talk later.” I agree. Honestly, I’ll say just about anything so she can get the fuck out.

Her smile is triumphant when she rises from the bed.

Jessica Finley has no shame when it comes to her body. And she shouldn’t. The woman has a body that most aspire to have. Luscious hips, a juicy ass and full tits. If she didn’t hang around this neck of the woods, you would think the woman is a model.

But her beauty stops there.

She’s nothing more than just physical beauty.

Crossing the room with a sway of her hips, she stops in front of me. Peering down at her she smiles wide up at me. Going up on her tip toes she presses an unwelcoming lingering kiss to my lips that does nothing to my dick.

When she pulls away, she lays her palm on my chest. “I’ll see you soon, Snake.”

God, that’s one promise I hopeshebreaks.

Before she can say anything more, I turn and walk away.

Closing the door behind me I take a much-needed deep breath. That woman is going to be a headache, I know it.

Mentally shaking her out of my head I walk across the compound to enter Church.

When I open the doors, I’m the last man to enter. All their faces greet me with a shit knowing grin.

Closing and locking the door behind me I stare every one of them down until I take a seat next to Pax. The fucker is smiling at me like a fool. He can hardly keep in his laughter. Dex, sitting across from me, lets out a chuckle.

“What’s so funny boys?” I ask all of them, leaning back in my chair.

“For the first time I think the joke is on you man.” Pax chokes back a laugh.

So, these fuckers did know and didn’t fucking warn me. Some brotherhood we have. “And none of you tried to stop me?”

“Come on, Snake. You know there’s no stopping you,” Dex comments.

“But it was fucking Jessica Finley, you assholes.”

“No man, it wasyoufucking Jessica Finley.” They all laugh at my expense except for Oak. With a quick glance he shakes his head at me before clearing his throat.

“Great, now that comedy hour is done, can we begin Church?” Oak grumbles.

“What’s the problem? Snake here is the biggest jokester of us all. I’m sure he doesn’t have a problem,” Pax cries out. And to be fair, he’s right. Iamthe biggest jokester here. It’s called survival. And I know this is all in good teasing. I’m just not in the fucking mood.

“Yeah, and even the comedian knows to zip it in Church. We have important business to attend to.” Oak silences him. When he makes eye contact with me, I give a slight nod of my head. He returns it.

“We have ourselves a situation,” Sticks begins.

And because I can’t help myself, I quip, “When don’t we?”

Oak cuts me with a reprimanding glance, but I roll my eyes.

Pax throws his hands up in the air while saying, “He just made a fucking joke!”

“That’s not a joke, brother. That’s a fucking fact.” No one can even argue with me on that. I swear every day it’s something new with these fuckers. I can only imagine what shit storm is brewing now.

“Snake,” Sticks warns with stern eyes.

Holding my hands up in surrender I apologize. Then, I ask, “What exactly is this situation?” It goes against my nature to bring up aJersey Shorejoke, but I don’t.

“There’s a relatively new MC that has been making themselves known. I’ve kept my eye on them from a distance for some time now. They aren’t like us, brothers. They deal in hard drugs and guns. I even think they sell their women, too,” Sticks tells us.

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