Page 105 of Ivy's Venom

“I don’t know.” I struggle to piece together that day, “I remember the sounds and the smell of burning rubber. Maybe a quick flash of green?”

I feel him tense under me and I lift my head to look at him, “why? The cops haven’t found them?”

“Not yet.” His voice is different and his face is starting to look weird.

I’m too fucking tired to decipher his features and I drop my head back to his chest, maybe Charlotte will come to me again.

I lift her off me and set her back down on the pillows, she fucking said green. The car was green. I walk softly out of the room and look back at her, the love swelling in my chest.

The way she opened up about Charlotte to me and admitted the truth of the accident, I knew in my heart she was being honest. Why would she tell me lies now after doing years at a boarding school for her supposed crime?

She did something that would destroy her reputation to save my sister’s and now I’m going to repay the favour.

She said the fucking car was green.

I get out into the hall and Vin steps forward, “she’s okay?”

“Yeah, sleeping.” I nod, “I’m going to head home and shower before she wakes up again.”

“Did she say anything about what happened? Does she remember anything?” Ember asks me.

“Nah,” I shake my head, “we were talking about… other stuff.”

“Right.” She murmurs.

“I’ll be back.” I head down the hallway and out through the exit to the parking lot.

My heart is thrumming wildly and it’s hard to swallow, I know who ran my girl down.

I get in my car and punch the steering wheel, the anger inside me swelling uncontrollably.

My tires burn as I pull out of the parking lot and race back to my house. Maybe I’ll be lucky enough to catch him on my street.

I laugh-the sound unfamiliar-when I see that he switched up the green Honda Civic for a parking control police car. I’ve never felt this much anger in my life, not even when I thought Ivy killed my baby sister.

After I park my car in my driveway, I make my way back out to the street, drop my clenched fists into my pockets, find the hospital latex gloves, and somehow find the control to saunter to his vehicle.

The sun set about an hour ago, the sky still a bit illuminated, and the pitch black night not yet here. I discreetly pull the gloves on and make sure to keep my hands in my pocket. He sees me coming and I notice him look to his right, into the passenger seat.

I open the back passenger door and slide across the seat, in these parking enforcement cars, there’s no grate between the front and back.

“Get out.” His eyes flash with anger.

I do the complete opposite and push myself between the two front seats, there indeed is a gun on the passenger seat.

“Nah,” I say, “today Ivy woke up.”

He has no reaction as he continues to watch me through his rear view mirror.

“She can’t remember the fucking car that hit her, so I came to ask you what the police know.”

“I can’t speak about it,” he snarls, “it’s an open investigation.”

“I was hoping you would say that.” I quickly snatch up the gun from the seat and turn off the safety. “It’s not smart for a cop to have his gun just chillin’ like that right?”

I lean back in the seat and grin, the gun firmly in my hand but pointing at the floor.

“You can go to jail for a long time for taking a cop’s gun.” He’s no longer snarling and his body is as stiff as a fucking board.

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