Page 78 of Venomous Games

Rolland’s gaze darts everywhere, and when it lands on Boston, it stays locked on him, and I see that he wants to plead with him. I’m starting to grow impatient as I sit here and watch all of this unfold. Soren steps closer to Rolland, a knife glinting in his hand. Before I can stop myself, I’m unlocking the doors before jumping out of the car, and as I close the door, everyone turns at the sound.

“Who the fuck is that?” someone asks.

“Is that a fucking woman?” another says.

“Kill her!” another yells.

“Enough.” A voice booms, Soren. A few answer back.

“Yes, Lord.”

I slowly approach the group, and Boston’s gaze flicks to my red heels. Since I had them sitting by the front door, I snuck them into the car. He takes a deep breath as I get closer, like he’s preparing for what’s to come.

You and me both, husband. You and me both.

Two members start toward me. One has a mask on, and the other doesn’t. I know exactly what their intention is—to kill me. As they go to pass Boston, he punches the maskless man straight in the face, and the guy drops to the ground. The other stops immediately and gapes at Boston.

“You brought your wife?” he asks incredulously, then looks around at the gathered men. “And you’re all allowing this?”

I start moving again until I’m within Boston’s reach. His arm slips around my waist, and he places me directly next to him. I glance at Rolland, who is still on the ground, then to Reon, who is looming over him, before turning my attention to my husband. His eyes, though, are not on me. They’re on the Lord of the Forsaken Society, who has done nothing but observe up to this point.

But then…

“No wives, Boston. You’re well aware of that,” Soren finally says.

“She has information,” Boston tells him.

“So why couldn’t you bring that information instead of your wife?” Soren’s gaze slices to me, and I bite the inside of my cheek as I try to stay calm and collected while they speak.

“Listen to what she has to say, and then she can leave,” Boston says.

“You know that’s not going to happen. Wives aren’t supposed to be here,” another says.

“Kill her! Make her the fucking rabbit in the hunt!” Rolland breaks in from his place on the ground. He tries to get up again, but Reon kicks him back down.

“Don’t you fucking speak of killing a member’s wife,” Reon growls, then bends down to get in Rolland’s face. “You shot and tried to kill a fucking member, you dickhead.” Reon kicks him again, and he falls over, clutching his side.

Men whisper to each other about me being here, and the voices get louder and louder. I’ve heard Reon’s wife was present at a hunt before, but to my knowledge, she was the one being hunted.

I take Reon in as he stands over Rolland, and I can tell he has contempt for him, that he wants to tear him apart. He grips an axe in one of his hands, and I can’t help but admire it.

Boston keeps his arm around me as the member he hit finally backs away, taking a spot in the line that’s formed in front of us. Victor is the only person who has remained at Boston’s side. Concerned gazes flick toward Victor and then away, and I know most of them are scared of him. But I see that same fear in their eyes when they look at Boston.

“He deserves it,” Rolland grunts. His eyes find mine, and they look dead. “So does she,” he adds through gritted teeth.

“Watch your fucking words,” Reon warns him, his hand tightening around the axe.

“Victor,” Soren says, and everyone looks at him. “What do you say about this?”

Victor knows what I do.

He doesn’t glance at me or Boston as he speaks. “I would listen to what she has to say.”

Soren nods, seeming pleased with that answer, which makes Rolland angrier. Reon is looking our way, and Rolland takes the opportunity to get up as quickly as possible and run toward us. But before he can reach us, Boston lets go of my waist, unholsters his gun, and shoots him in the leg without a second thought. Rolland screams out in pain and drops to the ground like the sack of shit he is.

“Fucking hell,” Reon grumbles. “Hope he can still walk. I plan to win this hunt and slice him up.” He picks Rolland up by the back of his shirt, and Rolland groans from having to use his leg.

Boston stalks closer to the man who was once his partner.