Page 70 of Venom
Either answer me or I’m driving to the therapist's office and confronting you in person, in front of Raya.
Fuck’s sake.
My phone vibrates again, and I scowl as I answer, “Seriously, brother, threatening to show up here?”
Psycho chuckles, “Got you to speak to me though, didn’t it?”
I shake my head with a huff and remind him, “I just need some time.”
“You haven’t spoken to me in a week, Cale, only to Ivy to see how Huddy is after everything, before blocking her out again. She misses you and Raya, and fuck it, I miss you. I messed up, I let my anger and the words your sister had said several times come out. You’re my family, Cale, and the fact that I hurt you fucking hurts me. You are the best techy I know and are amazing at what you do. Raya didn’t want you to know what she was doing, and I shouldn’t have snapped at you the way I did. You would have found him, Cale, I know it, and you know it, and I’m sorry,” he sighs, “You can’t ignore me forever and not because I’m your VP and we have to go on runs together, but because you’re my best friend, my family.”
I don’t say anything. I don’t know what to say, so instead, I lean forward and drop my head.
“How is she doing?” he asks quietly when I don’t say anything, and I look towards the dark brown door Raya went through.
“She’s in with the therapist now, it’s her second session, but so far she still hasn’t spoken to me,” I admit.
“I’m sorry, Cale,” he whispers, and I shake my head.
“It isn’t your fault that she won’t speak, Jax. She’s completed her revenge, did something her father couldn’t, and now, she’s lost,” I admit quietly, not wanting him to blame himself over her quietness despite him being a dickhead.
“I shouldn’t have said it, brother. The number of times I’ve held my tongue from snapping at Ivy, knowing she was worried about her friend, only to repeat those fucking words to you when you had just heard your nephew was missing,” he chokes, and my jaw ticks before a door opening gains my attention and I look to see Raya walk out, her eyes a little red.
Fuck.
She looks my way but tilts her head at me, her eyes looking at the phone to my ear.
“Still, it isn’t your fault,” I mutter as I stand and walk over to Raya, who has paused just shy of the door, and I ask, “You need to book another session with the receptionist, or did Dr. Hans do it?”
“Shit, she’s out?” Psycho confirms, but I don’t answer him as Raya admits, “Dr. Hans arranged one for three days from now,” her sweet voice filling me, the voice I have missed so fucking much.
I nod and say to Psycho, “Brother, get Blade to move church a day earlier.”
“Already on it,” he assures, and Raya’s eyes soften before she moves into me without a word. I quickly wrap my arm around her waist and press my lips against her forehead, not missing a beat.
I hear a sigh from my right, but I ignore the receptionist whose eyes haven’t left me as Raya asks, “Does he still feel guilty?”
Psycho snorts while I hum in confirmation, and she pulls back a little, but I don’t move my arm, so she can’t leave my side.
She raises a brow and confirms, “And you still haven’t spoken to him?”
Hmm, guess my girl has been more with it than she likes to admit.
“I haven’t,” I admit, and she tuts, shaking her pretty little head, making me smile.
“He’s your nephew's father, Cale, your brother, your family. You have to speak to him,” she states, and Psycho encourages, “Yeah, you tell him, Ray,” making her smile, clearly hearing him.
“And you are the love of my life, yet you haven’t spoken to me,” I retort, and Psycho groans, “You had to go there with her, huh, at the therapist's office of all places, and while she was on my side.”
I smirk as Raya narrows her eyes and says, “Psycho, he’ll call you back,” and he laughs before hanging up, not willing to argue with her, knowing her history with men, mainly my fucking balls, and I raise a brow at my beautiful, perfect woman.
Her eye is still a little bruised, she has a little limp and she is still fucking perfect. I was such an idiot over the years.
“Outside,” she says sternly, and I smirk at her spunk, the little spark she used to have whenever we would argue slowly coming through. I nod and guide her towards the door with my arm around her waist, ignoring the receptionist.
“I swear if she keeps looking at you like she wants to eat you, I’m going to strangle her,” Raya threatens quietly, and I grin wide because she likely means every word.
As I approach my bike, which is still in need of a new paint job, I spin Raya around and gently push her against it. She goes willingly before I stand between her legs and cup her cheeks, my thumb gently rubbing against her jaw as we lock eyes.
