Page 21 of Venom
With that thought in mind, I take a deep breath as my phone vibrates for the millionth time and I look down the hallway, knowing she won’t come back out until I’m gone.
Soon, fucking soon, I’ll be in that shower with her.
I take a swig of my scotch as the woman on stage tries to spin on the pole and twist her body upside down to do the splits, but instead she falls onto her shoulder with a thump that makes her gasp out a cry, and I flinch.
Fuck that had to hurt.
Trinity here with tiny tits and bright yellow hair is the eighth person I have had to watch since I arrived at Dark Angel’s Girls an hour ago. By relieving a pissed off Blade of Viper’s duties and every single woman just hasn’t got a clue what they are doing, means I’ll have to relive this shit in three days with more prospectives and close the club for another night which will piss off our regulars.
Great.
Raya’s icy blue eyes come to mind, and my dick twitches, remembering how tight she was, and I quickly rearrange it.
I should be in the shower with her, but I’m not. Instead, she’s probably trying to convince herself she felt nothing, and I’m stuck here before I have to go over to Dark Angel’s Nights.
“I can’t fucking wait for Viper to return,” I mutter to myself before I take another swig of my scotch, trying to ignore the urge to go back to Raya like I have since I arrived at the club as Trinity waves at me and rushes out clutching her shoulder like she doesn’t want to cry her eyes out and I snort into my glass.
Shaking my head, glad that she was the last one, I down my drink, ready to call it a night, knowing I need to go over the next run. I freeze as I place my glass on the counter, hearing, “Hey, sweetheart, long time no see.”
Mother fucker.
Slowly, I turn my head, hoping I’m hearing things, but nope, there she is standing before me in a dress too short and tight for a woman her age, her paid-for tits that the club had to pay for after she tried to use my sister for the payment, spilling out, making vomit rise. Her once-perfect black hair is now a mess and stringy, her face sagging slightly, as the Botox has worn off, and she wrings her fingers together with nerves.
She should fucking be nervous.
The day we kicked her out was the only time she got off being killed and her showing up here – after lying about having cancer to get my little sister to marry a fucking thug to pay off her debt, something she offered Hayden Gillies, the leader of the shitty Hyena group to begin with and using my dad for his money and the patch on his back – she’s either brave or fucking stupid but I’m going to go with the latter.
It doesn’t matter that she’s my mama. She’s a lying whore and a danger to my family and even if it hurts Ivy, I will end this bitch if she doesn’t fuck off.
“Turn around and fucking go back to whatever hole you were hiding underneath before I shoot you,” I threaten coldly.
She flinches then stutters, “I-I, I need money, son, I’m-I’m homeless, I barely eat, please, I’m your mama.”
I scoff, “More like you want cash for more Botox because the shitty job you had done before has fucked up,” I look her up and down with disgust, “You’re not my mama, you’re a lying bitch who used my little sister who doesn’t need to know you’re in town, so turn around and fuck off!”
Mama drops the act, seeing I’m not falling for it, and her face changes from guilt and sorrow to pure disgust and anger, showing the true person she always was as she snaps, “Who the hell do you think you are, huh? I gave birth to you, I brought you into this world, you should be respecting me!” I scoff as I cross my arms over my chest and she admits, “Your sister didn’t even bother to contact me back when I tried to speak to her, and now here you are speaking to me like dirt, how dare both of you! You’re both spoiled little shits!”
I drop my arms as pure fury hits me.
She tried to fucking contact Ivy?
“You tried to call my sister?!” I demand lowly, a threat lacing my tone, and Mama snarls, “She’s my daughter, if I want to speak to her, I will, and you cannot stop me, just like you apparently can’t stop that little bitch setting her up!”
Mama looks me up and down with a curled lip before she lies, “I came here hoping to have my son's support, but clearly Raya has brainwashed you just like she has with your sister. The little bitch has been in a relationship with Hayden for years, heck, even tonight I saw them together, and you’re too blinded by your dick.”
She’s lying, I know she is, yet my mind is conjuring up shit, wanting to believe her, years of believing something that wasn’t true coming back.
Mama raises a brow as she takes a step back and says, “Guess I’ll just have to sort her out, huh? Maybe then you’ll finally respect me!”
My nostrils flare, and I threaten, “You have two days to leave town. If you don’t, I’ll make sure to shoot you between the eyes!”
Mama smirks, not believing me, before she spins on her heels and storms out. Without a thought, I twist my body as I scrape my arm across the bar, sending my glass and the scotch bottle flying across the room, smashing them.
I know she’s lying, I know she won’t go near Raya, not with the club behind her.
Anger courses through me, and I grit my teeth as I spin on my feet and storm towards the hallway, anger fills me, image after image of Raya giving herself to that fucker consuming me hard.
Is that why she regretted us?
