Page 57 of Venom
I yank on my wrists, hoping the chains will loosen, making him chuckle as he climbs over me, his clammy skin making mine shiver with disgust. “He’d never find out anyway, would he?” he asks more to himself, but this man is an idiot.
It’s already nighttime, the dark sky I can glimpse through the window clues me in. Cale is going to go insane until he finds me.
“I’m going to fuck you until I’m bored, then I’m going to kill you slowly for what you did to my men,” he threatens coldly, and I sneer at him before I spit in his face.
His face turns red, his lips curl, and pure anger radiates from him, and suddenly, he’s thrusting inside me, and bile rises, my walls tear at his intrusion.
He may be small, but I’m not wet.
My tears threaten to fall, the feeling of filth instantly consuming me. For the first time in ten years, true fear fills me as Hayden thrusts in and out of me, grunting in my ear as something sharp stabs into my side, then is dragged down while his hips go quicker.
I can feel the blood spill down my side as I bite my bottom lip to stop my screams, but my tears fall, and I pray Cale finds me quickly.
Whether Cale finds me alive, though, well, that’s a different story because somehow, if I’m not dead, I’ll want to be.
Chapter 21
Venom
Cale,
Got called in at the firehouse,
but didn’t want to wake you.
I love you,
Raya x
Fuck me, does my heart skip a beat at the declaration.
I re-read the note more times than I’m willing to admit, my eyes lingering on the ‘I love you.’
Being told she was in love with me over the years and seeing that she claimed me was one thing. Seeing the words written down on a piece of paper, it does something to me, and the need to call her and beg her to say the words out loud threatens to take over me, but I hold off as I look at her kitchen clock.
It’s nearing eight in the evening, and she still hasn’t returned, but I’m giving her until eight on the dot. That is what I promised myself, at least until I unleash my venom and find her. My phone has rang several times, Blade has been the most persistent, I haven’t answered him back since the first message he sent me this morning after I woke up alone. I explained I’m not leaving my girls apartment until she’s back and packed, no matter what they threaten. I won’t move, not until I see her, not until I speak to her at least. I need to prove to her we are happening, to tell her that she will be moving in with me and we will be starting our lives together like we should have done years ago.
I huff, seeing only a minute has passed, and my frustration builds, something in my gut gnawing at me.
Feeling the bed beside me cold at five this morning, it was a head fuck, a fucking big one. My first reaction was fear and then rage.
Raya was nowhere to be seen, and I was fucking pissed, no, I was fucking furious. Realizing she snuck out, had me ready to tear this apartment apart. The photos I noticed of me, us over the years on the walls not even calming me. I stormed through her apartment, trying to find my shirt, determined to track her down when I saw the note. I was still pissed she didn’t wake me to explain she’d been called into the firehouse, dodging the conversation she knew we needed to have. Shortly after I realized she had my shirt, the one I wore yesterday and it instantly calmed me.
She took my scent with her…
I tap my finger on the counter and bounce my knee. I’ve been sitting at her counter for hours, working on paperwork from the club, using her laptop, which has helped me stay focused despite the continuous calls and messages but now I’m getting concerned.
Surely after being called in at what has to be four in the morning, she would have been home by now?
I eye my phone on the counter and slowly, I lick my bottom lip before I mutter, “Fuck it,” because let’s face it, it’s only a few minutes to eight and grab it but instead of bringing up Raya’s number, a small part of me believing she’s going to dodge my calls, I search for the firehouse’s main number.
She can’t decline my call without raising questions.
I find the number in seconds and quickly press it before placing the phone to my ear. A pit forms at the bottom of my stomach, my gut telling me something isn’t right.
“Rose Meadows Firehouse,” a female voice answers after four rings.
“Hi, uh, can I speak with Raya Wilson, please?” I say before chewing my bottom lip.
