Page 56 of Venom
He doesn’t know I’m here, he’s just trying psych me out and make myself known, I know it.
“Come out before I drag you out,” he threatens, still not looking my way, but I don’t move from my spot.
A phone rings, and I know it isn’t mine because I left it on my nightstand, knowing Cale could trace me. Hayden grabs his from his pants pocket before answering, “I thought you said the killer shows up early hours of the morning, Ivan?!”
I smirk – see, trying to psych me out.
“I don’t give a shit!” he snaps, “I’ve been here for an hour already and they haven’t shown up.”
Guess I should make myself known.
“I swear, Ivan, when I get back…” he begins, but pauses when I smack the metal pole against the concrete.
No sneak attack on him, he deserves to see his killer, to see his past coming back to bite him in the ass.
He really should have killed me when he had the chance.
Hayden hangs up without another word before he slowly turns around, and his hazel eyes lock with my icy blue ones, shock written in his, while mine most likely show murder.
“Hello, Hayden,” I say coldly.
“Raya Wilson,” he says back, eyeing me as I slowly lift the metal pole and grip it tightly. “So, you’re the one who's been killing my men?”
I smirk at his disbelief and admit, “Since before I turned sixteen. I attacked two of your men, killed one, got raped by the other, and nearly died. I have the scars on my back as proof.”
“So what, this is your payback?” he asks, and I chuckle darkly and remind him, “You killed my best friend,” he frowns, “Someone I grew up to love more than anyone else in this world, someone whose footsteps I have followed.”
His eyes look me over before he says, “Your father.”
“Ding, ding, ding, we have a winner,” I say sarcastically before I point the metal pole at him and ask, “Did you really think I was going to let go of the fact that the fire that killed my father was arson? That was your little pathetic group trying to instill fear in people when they don’t pay you back, that is what killed him?”
“Your father ran into that house. It wasn’t my fault or my men’s, Raya,” he tries.
I smirk and remind him, “Yet he died trying to save the innocent family you were trying to kill, and now, I finally get to kill you, then one by one, your men will drop before I end your pathetic father's life.”
I see his eyes move side to side before he says, “You’re not a killer, Raya, you’re a firefighter, training to be a lawyer.”
I grin coldly and state, “I’ve been a killer for the past ten years, Hayden, and now, I’m about to add more onto my kill list.”
I rush towards him as soon as I finish my sentence, catching him off guard as I swing the pole and smack it hard against his head making him grunt and fall to the floor and without breaking my stride. I lift the pole ready to end him, not stopping to enjoy his pain knowing what happened all those years ago and swing the pole down but…“Oof,” I grunt, the pole falling from my grip as the wind is knocked out of me, someone big tackling me to the ground before my head bounces on the concrete and everything goes black, Cale the last thing on my mind.
My head throbs, the pounding waking me, my mind not able to catch up as I slowly blink and open my eyes, as pain shoots through my wrists and ankles when I try to move them, but can’t, and I look to see I’m chained to a bed. I swallow hard, seeing I’m naked, the cold air sending goosebumps throughout my body, before I move my eyes around the room, light pink dusty walls that Ivy and I painted while her mama glared at me come into view.
This is Ivy’s mama’s old house, the one she managed to convince Glock to buy her after she left him, hoping to get more money out of him.
My heart pounds, my stomach tightening, realizing what’s happened, realizing I failed. Hayden comes to mind… my pole mid-air before I was tackled.
Crap.
“Venom, huh?” a voice says from the right, and I move my head and see a naked Hayden smirking at me, hair coating his chest, making me want to gag.
I notice the blood on his head before I see his teeny tiny dick in his hand, and I try not to smirk, already knowing the danger I’m in.
Guess he has Napolean syndrome, which is why he tries to act like the big bad gang leader.
“Wonder what he’d say if you were used and abused,” he murmurs as he walks over to the bed, and my situation finally hits home.
He’s not just going to kill me.
