Fury comes over with a bottle of beer for me and him, guess he knew Stryker would disappear.
“Seen anything?” he asks.
“Just this dickhead,” I lift my chin at the fighter who just did a back flip in the ring.
Fury pulls a face, but he too laughs when I say it’s Stryker’s next fight.
A couple of people approach us as we move around, mostly just greeting us, or checking in because we’re wearing our cuts. One guy starts asking about Stryker, but I reckon he’s already left. He saw what he needed to, and didn’t want any further attention.
We make another circuit, convinced there is nothing happening when Fury pauses, peering up at one of the balconies. There is a man leaning over watching one of the women’s fights beneath him. I have to squint but finally see what Fury has.
After setting our drinks down we separate and circle around to the metal staircases on opposite sides of the room, giving him no way to get down if he sees one of us first. I text Stryker on the off-chance he hasn’t left and give a grin and a wink to a woman who tries to stop me because we need to get to this guy at the same time.
Fury does manage to get to him first and as soon as Venom sees him, he turns to hurry away but walks right into my fist straight into his stomach. Fury grabs the back of his shirt to hold him upright so people around can’t see what is going on. We get on either side of him and walk towards the back wall, chatting to one another about nothing to further disguise what is happening.
“What is this about? I haven’t done anything to the Disciples,” Venom says, looking from me to Fury, now that he has his breath back.
“Shut up,” I tell him.
There are large columns up to the ceiling that hide us from everyone. Once we’re out of sight, Fury grabs him by the throat and pushes him back against the wall. I make sure no one is watching.
“We think you might know something we want to know,” Fury says, squeezing his throat.
He claws at his hands. “No, I don’t know anything.”
“Where is your boyfriend?” Fury snarls at him.
“Fuck you,” he spits and gets a fist to the kidney for his trouble.
“Come on, are you saying you don’t know where the guy you’re fucking is?”
“I’m not fucking anyone, let alone a guy,” he snaps.
“We have pictures that say otherwise,” I lean in closer.
Venom glares at me.
“We can send them to your boss if it makes this any easier for you.”
“Fuck you,” he repeats, this time with less effort. “And I don’t know where he is. I haven’t seen him since we… since things stopped.”
“Aw, he didn’t want your cock anymore?”
“Shut the fuck up,” he says, even more dejected.
Now that I know what it’s like to have someone you care for, it’s obvious what is going on here. But I have no fucks to give about how this guy feels. The man he’s fucking, or was, is one of Storm’s friends.
“Leave him out of this. Whatever shit is going on with Storm, he has nothing to do with it.”
“What makes you think there is shit going on with Storm?” I ask, all casual as Fury holds him so tight he can’t barely move.
“Because there is always shit going on with Storm,” he grits out. “Jake hasn’t seen him in months and doesn’t want anything to do with him, he’s getting out of the life.”
“Is that why he’s walked away from you?”
His eyes lower and I kind of feel bad for him.
“Where is he?”
