Page 11 of Ivy's Venom

“Are you kidding me?” I turn on her. “What could you possibly know? You were a fucking kid!”

“I remember her!” She screams at me. “Charlotte wasn’t perfect!”

I close my eyes and exhale, trying to breathe out the anger and inhale calm energy. I don’t want people to witness anymore shit from the Jones family, we’ve given them enough to talk about over the years.

“This isn’t the place, Amelia.” I tug her over and under my arm. “I love you.” I kiss her temple and hug her in close.

I refuse to lose another sister to the Greenes. I hear the roar of engines and the burning of tires and look up in time to see the back end of both vehicles disappear into the night, only the red tail lights visible.

“You need to forgive her.” She whispers to me. “You need to let go of that anger inside of you.”

I don’t argue with her and I’m saved by the sound of squealing tires as the two cars come veering back. Ivy is in the lead and in the last hundred feet, she pulls it home. I guess the bitch taught herself how to fucking drive in the last two years.

Her cousin Carmelo-the one that tried to step up to me earlier-rushes her car screaming excitedly and pulling open her door to haul her out. Ivy’s face is thrown back and pure pleasure radiates from her features. She’s so beautiful and it hits you like a ton of bricks, if only her insides matched the outside.

Amelia screams and runs over, only to be scooped up by Ivy’s other boy Cameron, and my teeth clench when I realize my last living sister is chilling in the jaws of a croc. I need to pull her out and fast.

“You won, Ivy.” The guy Ivy raced steps out of his car, “and now for your prize.”

What the fuck did they wager?

Ivy grins and licks her plush lips, like the fucking croc going in for the kill.

“How do you want it?” He calls out.

Ivy backs up and scoots back up on the hood of her car, spreading her legs and making her leather skirt slide up her thighs. I see a thin scrap of black material nestled between her legs and groan when she reaches her hand under her skirt to touch herself. I’m instantly hard and completely confused. What the fuck is going on?

Her cousin steps forward, growling her name, and reaching for her, but she shrugs him off and waves him away. Then Pat steps forward and rests his hands on either side of her waist, watching her hand closely. His girlfriend is being held back by her friends as she screams at the duo. Pat looks over his shoulder at her and shrugs.

“A bet’s a bet, Riles.” He grins like the cat that got the cream, fuck, I guess he did.

He reaches inside Ivy’s skirt and pulls her panties down, I look around for anyone that may be recording. Why isn’t anyone recording?

A guy steps up to my left and looks like he's practically salivating. The sudden urge to knock his teeth down his throat overwhelms me.

"If you want it so bad, why don't you take a fucking picture?" I snarl at him.

"Are you crazy?" He looks at me with pure shock, "do you know who she is? Her family would make you disappear if something like that showed up on the net."

I fucking believe it. I always thought the Greene family was like a fucking mob and this guy just proved that I'm not the only one.

I look back in time to see Pat's head disappear between Ivy's legs and my body jerks forward of its own accord. I want to rip him out of there and smash his face into the asphalt ground. Before I can make my way to them, Ivy's fingers twist into his hair, and she yanks him away from her roughly.

"Riles," she calls out to Pat's girlfriend, keeping her eyes on Pat, and grinning from ear to ear. "Your man doesn't know how to eat pussy."

The crowd bursts out laughing and Riley stops struggling, standing still.

"I know." She replies and the crowd gasps in shock.

Pat is trying to disentangle his hair from Ivy's clutches but she's not relinquishing her hold.

"Why don't you come over here and show him how it's done?" Ivy suggests and the noise of the crowd dies on a hush.

Riley and her stilts steps forward and Pat is finally released, he whips around on a growl.

"I lost," he points a finger at his girl. "Not her."

"So?" Ivy taunts.

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