Page 55 of Venom
I finally got the guy, got everything my teenage heart desired, and now, I could lose it all.
Blinking back the tears, I slowly stand, and as quietly as I can, despite the wobble I feel in my legs and the second-guessing rushing through me, I walk over to my closet, trying to ignore the pit in my stomach.
Deciding to steal Cale’s t-shirt, I grab some leggings and quickly put them on, then my sneakers, before I slowly leave my closet. My eyes are drawn to Cale yet again, always to him.
He’s turned onto his side, his hand on my pillow, his brows furrowed, like he can feel me gone.
Crap.
I quickly but quietly, going against the voices in my head telling me not to go through with this, to speak to him and ask for his help, leave my room before he wakes and head to the kitchen counter. Grabbing my pad and pen, I write him a quick note, knowing he’ll try to find me otherwise….
Cale,
Got called in at the firehouse, but didn’t want to wake you.
I pause for a moment and eye the piece of paper, the lie, and my heart pounds as I swallow hard. I don’t want to lie to him completely.
I love you,
Raya x
I quickly put my pen down as my stomach tightens.
“Crap, I cannot believe I just wrote that,” I whisper as I grab my keys. Then, as quickly and quietly as I can, I leave my apartment, perhaps for the last time. I’m not stupid enough not to realize there is a very good chance I may not return.
“That may be why I wrote it,” I whisper to myself as I rush to the stairs, boycotting the elevator just in case Cale wakes up and tries to look for me.
Am I scared I could get killed today? That I’m basically going on a suicide mission when I could easily tell Cale what I’ve been doing and ask for his help, knowing Ivy would demand he help?
A little, but if I can bring Hayden with me and not involve the club, then I know I can leave this world happy, knowing I got my revenge. I just hope my mama, that Gregory, whom I see as a father, can forgive me, especially when I promised never to try what I did all those years ago again.
I slowly lick my bottom lip, gripping my metal pole as I watch from behind the wall. Hayden is standing there dressed in a three-piece fricking suit, his hair slicked back, as he swaps drugs for cash with a skinny guy whose bones don’t even look strong enough to hold him up.
Heck, he’s all jittery and is looking around really shifty.
“I heard you also want a loan, Jimmy?” Hayden confirms, and I narrow my eyes.
“Y-yes Hay-Hayden, I-I, my mama, she needs help with the mortgage,” Jimmy stutters, his dark brown eyes still looking around.
“You know what happens if you can’t pay me back, Jimmy, and because you’re a user, instead of giving you a year to pay back every cent plus double what you owe, you’ll only have five months to pay it back,” Hayden says slowly, like he cares about the man, but I know different.
I can hear the glee in his voice, the happiness that he gets to kill more innocent people just to make a bigger name for him and his pathetic little gang, trying to catch up with the Dark Angels.
He wants what they have, but what he doesn’t realize is that they don’t instill fear to get what they want. They earned respect from the town, and from their affiliations, respect is the only way to succeed.
Hayden doesn’t seem to understand that, he’d rather kill, something that is normally the last resort for the Dark Angels.
“I-I understand,” Jimmy stutters, his actions still jittery as he scratches his nails down his arm, “I-I need eighty grand.”
Eighty grand to help his mother's mortgage? Yeah, right, more likely to continue to feed his habit, but from someone willing to charge a little less than the Hyenas.
“Okay, I’ll get Ivan to hit you up in an hour outside the school gates,” he says, and Jimmy’s eyes light up like a Christmas tree before he stumbles out of the alleyway, clutching the baggy in his hand. As his figure slowly disappears into the early morning light, Hayden chuckles, “Easy fucking pickings.”
Jackass.
Guess Jimmy is related to someone higher up, that is the only reason I can think of as to why Hayden would agree to loan him money. He knows he won’t get it back, and what better way than to blackmail someone in a better position than the Dark Angels.
“I know you’re here, killer,” Hayden says, not looking my way, and I narrow my eyes.
