Page 47 of Venom
“Oh come on, she kissed me, not the other way around!” Medic complains as we walk into church fifteen minutes later. The room is already full, and Blade raises a brow, but I shake my head as I round the table and take a seat, the urge to kill my friend fucking high.
I had to drag him away, fucking drag the dickhead away before I snapped his neck.
“Venom,” he tries, but I give him a fierce glare and remind him, “And you fucking kissed her back!”
He shrugs and admits, “I did, but brother, she’s one hell of a good kisser, you can’t blame a guy.”
“I’m going to kill you,” I threaten as I fist my hands while the brothers look at us with confusion.
Medic laughs, “I never grabbed her, she is the one who pulled on my cut. Raya kissed me first.”
“Wait, wait, wait,” my dad says from the other side of the table, and I send him a warning glare, but he ignores it and confirms, “You and Raya kissed?” as he points at Medic, who sits back, all smug and grins wide.
The brothers all laugh their asses off at my expense seeing what she’s done. I growl as I sit back in my chair before I decide to chuck it against the memorabilia wall.
Not only did she fucking kiss Medic to piss me off and most likely prove a point over Angel, but she also stormed off before I could throw her over my shoulder. My body is literally vibrating with so much anger it’s filling me.
Fucking woman is making it harder and harder not to look more into her history, a history I know there’s a lot to unravel, especially since finding out about her father.
“Okay, okay, quiet down, let’s get church started,” Blade says as he bangs the gavel on the table, trying not to laugh, and my jaw ticks.
Fuckers, all of them are fuckers, and Medic still grinning is not making it any easier to keep my anger at bay.
“I swear to fuck, Medic, I’m not opposed to violence,” I threaten when Medic doesn’t lose his grin, and my dad snorts and reminds me, “Son, you have a woman claiming to be pregnant,” trying to save Medic's ass, and I glare hard at my dad.
“She’s refusing a blood test or even a scan, we all know she’s not pregnant, and that fucker kissing Raya was out of line!” I snap, fed up with the whole fucking situation.
Everyone in this room is savvy regarding the situation with Angel, so the fact that they still want to joke about her being fucking ‘pregnant’ is annoying as fuck.
“You have a guy on her brother?” Blade confirms, trying to distract me from hitting his treasurer and our long-time friend.
I side-eye Medic, who is still grinning like a fucker before I sigh and admit, “Yeah, Trent. He does this job right, then I think he’ll be ready to be voted in.”
Blade nods. The guy is an amazing prospect and will make an even better brother.
Viper tilts his head and asks, “Has he caught her with anyone yet?” already knowing what Angel is trying to do, and I nod and confirm, “Four men at the strip club, and each time they leave the room, they moan about her wanting to go gloveless, and only one has agreed.”
Fucking bitch is trying to get knocked up one way or another but how she thinks she’ll get away with claiming it to be mine I don’t know but what I do know, until she’s past the point where I can get a DNA test, it’ll do enough damage that I can kiss goodbye to any form of a relationship with Raya.
“And your mama?” Psycho asks with a tick in his jaw.
He’s not keen on my mother, and I can’t really fucking say I blame him.
“Bitch is still in town,” my dad cuts in, “I went to confront her and she called the fucking feds.”
She’s got people in her pocket right now, which is the only reason why we haven’t killed her. Not because she’s mine and Ivy’s blood. She’s cozied up with the chief of police and the fucking mayor, most likely giving them sexual favors despite them being married to amazing women, and right now, her sole focus is getting Raya away from the club.
Why I really fucking don’t know.
“Get a prospect on her, I don’t trust her, especially not with Hudson,” Blade states, and Psycho nods, replying, “Already got it done, Prez,” before he nods to me, and I nod in return.
I’ve had a prospect on her since the day I found out she was back in town, Psycho and I coming up with a system so the club still runs around the clock with one prospect off-site.
Blade nods, then looks around the table and opens his mouth, but before he can get into the finances, there’s a knock on the door. We look as a prospect opens it before Gregory walks in wearing a suit and tie, looking all professional, and I quickly sit up straighter.
I thought Raya said she was meeting him and her mama?
I frown, confusion hitting me.
