Cindy shoots her a glare. “What-the-fuck-ever. It shouldn’t be inside,” she spits back. “Should be in a zoo or something.”
I rear back. This girl knows she’s risking death. Not only does Venom not stand for anyone threatening his baby, but he also hates them talking about caging animals. He says she imprinted on him, and the dipshit even got a tattoo of her paw on his pec as proof of their bond.
“Well, you should tell Venom how you feel.” A cunning smile takes over Stella’s face, causing Cindy’s to flood with panic.
“What? No.”
“Tell Venom what?” The man himself appears while I take another drink of my beer and wait to see how this will go down.
“Cindy was just saying—”
Cindy stands taller and interjects. “That I’m going to stay up and tidy the bar for Stella tonight.” She glances toward Stella, pleading to her to keep her mouth shut.
“So you fucking should.” He points his beer bottle in Stella’s direction. “You get paid for it and get some cock in return. Stella doesn’t get shit.”
I swear I hear Cindy’s teeth grind, and when I see the smile spread over Stella’s face, I can’t help the grin that takes over mine.
The heavy clunk of Savage’s boots has my head snapping in his direction. “Stell, pour Killa a tall one.”
My blood turns to ice, and he must sense the change in me because he nods in Venom’s direction, and when I lift my head, they’re on either side of me.
Stella slides the drink in my direction, and Cindy slinks off while my temple pulsates, sending my blood rushing through my body at a rapid speed.
“Warrior text. Found nothin’ worthwhile,” he rasps, eyeing me as if waiting for me to combust. Instead, I swallow the amber liquid and allow it to wash down the pain of losing a glimmer of hope for news of my sister.
“That’s okay,” I lie with ease, and Venom takes a step back, whereas Savage’s attention remains locked on me. He knows me, knows me damn well, and I can’t help but wonder if our close familial bond is sometimes a hinderance.
“Savage!” Abs hollers as he strides in our direction. “I just got a video; Misty is off her head again at another party.” He pushes his phone in his direction, and Savage exhales heavily while watching the video unfold. It must be damn hard witnessing your wife dance naked at a party for rich kids over in Berry Hill. The little bastards will delight in it while the dumb bitch is making a mockery of the club.
Another reminder of why I never want an ol’ lady. They’re way too much hassle and a responsibility you can’t get rid of, not until they die at least. If I were Savage, I’d be making that happen sooner rather than later. I often wonder why the hell he keeps her around.
He drags his hand over his head. “Go get her.” He nods in Abs’s direction. “Dumb bitch will cause a fucking war,” he mumbles.
I push back on my stool and stand to my full height.
“Where the fuck are you going?” he asks.
“Goin’ to get some answers,” I grunt, and throw some bills on the bar for Stella to pocket.
“Just don’t fucking kill her. Pigs will be all over us again!” he bellows as I head out the door.
My cock is almost bursting through my jeans when I mount my hog. I’m going to force some answers out of her while satiating my need to consume her, and when I’ve finished with her, I’ll leave her a sopping mess.
Used, broken, and defeated.
Only then will I be truly satisfied.
KILLA
A smirk encompasses my face as I use my knife to undo the latch, giving me access to her apartment.
Jesus, you’d think a young woman in this area would utilize all means possible to keep the bad guy out. This is so easy, it’s practically welcoming me inside.
A rush of excitement floods me at knowing what lies in wait.
I step inside, then slowly shut the door behind me, releasing it only when I hear the click of the latch.
The entire living space is in darkness, apart from the glow of a light beneath a door down the corridor, and I wonder if that’s the kid’s room.
