Page 52 of Venom
Well, I’m not wasting any more time. I refuse, she’s mine, always has been, always will be.
“Brother?” Blade says, and I clear my throat as I sit up, noticing everyone frowning my way.
Shit.
“Postponed, the runs are postponed,” I stumble, “The cops are now watching the clubhouse, cops that are not under our pay, so, speaking to our affiliations, it’s decided we postpone for about two weeks.”
The brothers curse and I state, “Cherri is our mole, there is no doubt about it, but until we find where this flash drive is, we can’t do fuck all. So, we put our runs on hold for the next two weeks, call it a vacation so to speak which the cartel is happy with as well are the Carnage boys. Now that they’ve killed most of the little shits that wanted to take over their territory. But we need to divert Cherri’s attention.”
“This will throw her off,” Brick says.
I nod and confirm, “It will, and hopefully, it will throw her off enough to slip up in the messages with Hayden.”
“You uh, you’re still monitoring them?” Psycho confirms with a raised brow, and I give him a middle finger, making the brothers chuckle.
“Yes, I am. I get notifications every time she contactsanyone, so fuck off. I get it, I’m in my head a little nowadays, but soon, I won’t be. So give me a break, yeah, especially when all you fuckers have been where I am right now,” I state and several murmurs of agreement echo.
“You going to kidnap her? Do a Psycho?” Fury asks seriously, knowing where my head's been lately, “Because if you are, tell me when and where, I’ll help you.”
“I second that,” my dad says, “You and Raya were always meant to be, and it’s time she came home.”
“I third it,” Blade says, and one by one, every brother speaks up, all willing to kidnap my girl for me as Psycho finishes, “I have plenty of practice, so count me in.”
This is what a brotherhood is about, and I fucking love it.
“I appreciate it, but, after yesterday, I think she’ll come willingly,” I say and give a raised brow to Viper, who technically shouldn’t be here and be with his wife and newborn. The crazy fuckers got married with just their fathers after Viper woke up from his coma, Blade’s dad officiating them.
Apparently, Lake wants the gossip on Raya and me, which is the only reason why he’s here.
“I think she will as well,” Viper agrees, “She doesn’t realize it, but every time Venom’s in her eyesight, she slowly moves into his direction, something I believe she trained herself not to do over the years after we accused her of being a patch chaser, well, after that idiot did.”
Fucker.
The table chuckles while I give Viper the middle finger, and my dad sighs, “Is that how you treat the father of your goddaughter son?” causing everyone to laugh louder, and I shake my head with a small smile.
A fucking godfather, who would have thought it.
“Apparently, I do,” I reply, and Dad shakes his head, grinning from ear to ear, before I sigh as I sit forward and state, “Either way, I gave Raya a night, that was it. After church, I’m claiming her.”
Blade grins widely as he leans down and picks up a large white box, and I nod with respect as he states, “I thought this would come in handy one day,” as he puts the box on the table and pushes it over to me.
I slowly lift the lid, placing it on the floor before gently lifting the black leather and eyeing the ‘property of’ stitched in the back with angel wings in the middle, my name stitched at the bottom.
I turn the cut over and see 'Kitten' stitched on the left breast, and I smile widely, happiness filling me.
“I got her nickname stitched as soon as you called her it for the first time a few months ago, the rest, I had it made when she turned eighteen and I knew you were going to claim her even when you didn’t want to be believe it,” Blade admits and I look his way and whisper, “Thank you brother.”
He nods with a small smile as he eyes my neck, not one brother questioning the tattoo, already seeing I’ve claimed her, and I look back down at the leather, my heart racing.
I never wanted an old lady, a forever woman, every older generation brother putting that notion to the back burner with their fuck up’s. Women constantly trying to purposely get knocked up, some succeeding, which is why I never looked further into my reactions with Raya, why I had the blinkers on, but no more running.
It’s time to claim back what is mine.
“Any word on Clara?” Viper asks, and my dad huffs while I look up from the cut and admit, “She’s gone underground with her cop buddy. I think Cherri is working with her. There’s a number I can’t trace where she’s explaining club information to someone who isn’t Hayden. It would also make sense how the cops found our location on the way back from the run so quickly.”
“Why do we keep the clubwhores around when they keep trying to fuck us over?” Glock asks with a shake of his head, and I snort as Psycho answers, “Because the brothers love the easy fuck and not all of them want the patch, some just like the rush of being with brothers before they move on with their lives with the education we’ve helped pay for.”
“Angel and Cherri need to go,” Fury says, “As soon as possible, and even though Clara is an ex-old lady and Venom and Ivy’s mama, she also needs to be handled this time. We’ve got to stop being nice because they’re female.”
