Page 15 of Venom
Guess I should be happy that I don’t have to take on the act of Sergeant while he’s gone, as Eagle is doing that role too.
I sigh as I stand and log out of my computer. Turns out he and Lake were an item and while he never mentioned being a brother when they met. She never mentioned Cherri by name or the fact she was best friends with my little sister, Raya, Skylar and now Luna, Blade’s old lady, and that they all have a little friends group going on.
He accused her of being a patch chaser after they bumped into each other, and accused Randy of setting him up with his daughter. Even though they met by accident when she was on a job at the time.
With the shit we’ve seen growing up, just like I had with Raya, he let an innocent situation, a fucking coincidence, something that doesn’t normally happen in our world, cloud him. Over the months, they’ve become toxic, continuously arguing, saying shit they don’t mean and after Lake slept with someone else while intoxicated, he killed the guy who bragged about it in the strip club – after the guy admitted to slipping her a little something so she’d be easy –with his bare fists.
Blade agreed he needed to leave for a while, knowing that not only was he about to break, but also because he was already planning on going. This morning, when I called about the girls at the strip club, he admitted that being out on the road is not working yet. He’s already been gone a week and it won’t be long before he finally gets his girl back and claims her, I can see it.
Fucker is due back for Skylar and Fury’s wedding.
Yeah, fucking finally, they’re having their wedding, and little Tate, Fury’s daughter, will be their flower girl and finally get the mama she deserves. A woman she already sees as her mama and had been bringing her up just like Mama Lopez had been bringing up Skylar, without Brick realizing, no one knowing I knew.
Lacey, the club hang-around, turned clubwhore, poked holes in Fury’s condoms, and the idiot fucked her when he was running from his feelings for Skylar. The day he decided to tell Sky about Brick’s orders and then propose was the day the bitch held the pregnancy test up. He had to do what he did for the sake of Tate, just like he had to do what he had to for Tate by killing Lacey after she kidnapped her own child, whom she never even paid attention to unless Fury was around.
Fury spent years trying to win Sky back and I have to admit, we were all grateful when she agreed to give not just their relationship another try, but also to consider a relationship with Blade and Brick. She had refused to talk to them until that point, at the encouragement of Mama Lopez, who promised to work on things with Brick despite how he had treated her over the years.
It came out that Mama Lopez was fucking raped when Brick found her with the prospect he accused her of cheating on him with, losing their unborn child, which he wasn’t aware of in the process, along with any chances of conceiving again.
Sky’s bio mama actually set Mama Lopez up and got her boyfriend to rape her, so Mama Lopez doing this so Skylar will try with Brick and Blade, making her the strongest person I’ve ever met, and I’m in awe of her.
“Brick is one lucky fucker that she didn’t pack her shit and leave for good,” I mutter as I drag my feet after grabbing my paperwork and walk out of my office, locking the door for good measure, not trusting the clubwhores, especially Cherri, who has eyes on an officer brother's patch.
Bitch is lucky to have a place within the club still, especially considering Randy quit because of the shit that came out about the older generation labelling his daughter a whore and patch chaser while she was still in the fucking womb.
After Tate was kidnapped, it was Skylar and Mama Lopez who found her, and it was Mama Lopez who shoved Skylar out of the way before Lacey could kill her, getting hurt instead.
While she’s on the mend, Randy agreed to help out at Dark Angel’s Motors that Blade and Fury run, where Ivy will begin to work once she’s ready and we’re all trying to convince him to stay but I have a feeling Lake will be the person that could convince him. At the moment Lake hates the club – rightfully so – and is at odds with Viper so I don’t see that happening anytime soon.
“Hey, Venom,” I hear to my right as I walk into the common room, which is full of brothers, their women, the officers' women, and clubwhores, but I ignore who called me, knowing it was most likely Cherri. I wave to Tate, who is waving hard at me like the little cutie she is.
I hand my phone to Trent, a prospect who will soon become a brother, the fucker is really good at what he does and I walk into church before all the memorabilia from the years come into view, brothers already seated around the oak table with angel wings carved in the middle, and I round the table, taking my seat next to Eagle, placing my paperwork in front of me.
Blade bangs the gavel and says, “Alright fuckers, let’s get this shit done and quick, my wife wants steak for lunch and I will not disappoint her.”
Everyone laughs, and I grin widely as he takes a seat at the head of the table.
Luna, the precious woman who deserves the world, had a shitty upbringing. Being the sister of a rival club, the Furies MC, president, you’d think she got a life of luxury but no. Instead she was raped every day by the VP, her brother’s best friend and no one believed her when she told them. She got shamed every day by everyone in the club, dealing with Brock, having him shoved in her face as punishment for what they believed was a lie and because of her trauma. She was told she may never be able to have kids let alone carry them but Blade and Luna, they’ve beaten the odds and not only is she pregnant but she’s pregnant with twins and while at high risk, she’s being treated like glass so her pregnancy runs smooth, especially after she aborted a baby not long ago. Knowing the chances of having another because she didn’t know if it was Blade’s or her rapist’s… she just couldn’t keep it.
If she wants steak, she’ll have fucking steak.
“Venom, let’s start with the next run with the Carnage MC, has a date been reset?” Blade asks, and I nod and reply, “Yeah, I spoke with Tricks this morning, and we’re rescheduling for two weeks. It’ll be a three-day trip,” I look at the paperwork. “The plan is to double the load, so we can basically do two trips in one. The risk is high, but the plan this time is to take two vans, one a decoy, while the other will be full to the brim. The decoy will go on our old route as a precaution.”
“Good,” Blade says, then asks, “And what about the clubs?”
“I’ve done all the paperwork for Dark Angel’s Girl, and revenue is up, and Eagle will be handling the girls after I got pissed off with them this morning and nearly shot them,” I admit, causing the brothers to wince, knowing if I wanted to shoot someone, then they really did fucking piss me off.
Angel, dragging Sprinkles – yes, that is the fucking name she chose as a stage name – across the floor, comes back to me, and I flinch.
The woman flirted with me, something I didn’t entertain because well, Raya is on my mind a fucking lot so I haven’t touched anyone in months. Angel saw Sprinkle as competition despite the fact I haven’t touched the woman in years and when she shouted that the main stage was hers now because I was hers, I nearly fucking exploded to the point Eagle had to step in. Angel was placed on the small stage in the corner that newbies normally start on.
Never fucking claim a brother.
Eagle mutters, “Pain in the fucking ass girls that are obsessed with the main stage, I don’t know how my son deals with them.”
I chuckle as the brothers smirk and Blade answers, “By beating the shit outta brothers in the ring,” and Eagle huffs, knowing he’s right.
Growing up, Viper had trouble with his temper, so Eagle got him into fighting, and the fucker is good, so good, he’s won fucking thousands for the club.
