Page 101 of Venomous Vows

“You thinkyou can just get rid of me? You think that my brother isn’t going to come in here and fuck all you motherfuckers up?!”

Spencer Halley was not what I was expecting.

With his shady blond hair and cut jawline, he’s not a man but a child. He can’t be pushing past twenty-three, and he looks like a street rat other than a so-called gang leader.

Regardless, his mindset is fucked and he’s reckless. I’m not sure where or what in his brain malfunctioned to where he believed he could take me on, but here we are.

Spencer being held down with both arms extended along the back of the sectional couch we found him in with a blond stripper riding his cock.

Zane took her out, and he’s probably got his dick down her throat, but that’s fine. I’d rather have Spencer alone anyway, to be honest. What is going on between us is personal and he’s pissed me off more times than I’d allow anyone else to.

“You must not have gotten my message,” I reply flatly, watching him struggle against my men to get free.

He glowers daggers at me, thrusting his hips upward and, God bless my men for pulling his boxers up over his junkbecause the last thing I want is his limp dick waving at me. “Got it loud and clear. Didn’t fuckin’ care.”

“Then you’re stupider than I thought you were.” I lift my gun and Spencer freezes mid-wiggle. “What did you do to Marcella Rossi?”

He scoffs at me and averts his eyes. “I didn’t do anything, man.” I lower the gun and place a bullet right into his kneecap. “What the fuck?!”

“What did you do to Marcella Rossi?” I repeat flatly because we can do this shit all damn day. I’d actually enjoy it.

“Nothing, man!”

Bang.

Second gunshot wound to his other knee.

“I groped her fuckin’ tits, all right!” He seethes, clenching his teeth in pain.

“What else?”

“I didn’t—” I get his thigh this time and Spencer hollers so damn loud that he may have been heard over the music outside this VIP room.

I know this little bitch did something to that girl. She’s aware of her surroundings all the time. She’s careful not to get too close to a man and watches every move he makes.

No normal person does that.

He either did something else or he scared the shit out of her. Either way, Spencer will die for that and everything he tried to do to my wife.

“One more time,” I warn, keeping my gun trained on him. “I’m not a patient man, Spence.”

“I didn’t do anything to that bitch,” Spencer spits out. “My men are another story.”

I mindlessly go for his dick next and I’m not sure if I got it—not going to check—but it serves its purpose nonetheless. I haven’t spoken to Marcella about what went down when shewas kidnapped. It’s not entirely my place. However, I will offer any ounce of counseling she’d like if she needs it. I’ll hand her someone I know and cover the rest. She can make the appointment or not. Everything will be billed to me.

“Let’s move on to Elena Rossi, Spence,” I say, stepping toward him and towering over his shaking frame. “You sent a bunch of dudes to beat the shit out of her.”

“That whore didn’t have any business getting you involved.”

I smirk because that woman is anything but a fucking whore. If I unleashed her in this room, she might go at him harder than I would. I don’t think she’d kill him, but I believe she may smash his balls in. “You mean my wife?”

Spencer pales, looking up at me with bulging eyes before he starts shaking his head back and forth. “Nah, that’s not your wife. But she’s linked to you and what her father owes me.”

“I told you he doesn’t owe you anymore.”

He doesn’t like that answer because he grinds his damn teeth through his pain and tries his best to compete with me. “That’s not your fuckin’ call to make.”

“Every call is mine to make,” I retort, leaning forward a bit. “You don’t run these streets…I do. You don’t do shit around here. You don’t openly stride around in your ghetto-ass little rides and deal out drugs to my people while you think you can take action with no consequences. Welcome to the dark side of the moon, gangbanger. You just fucked up.”

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