Page 52 of Tempting Venom
Then I decide it’s not worth risking my life.
Not now, when I’m getting all sorts of ideas about my fairy prince.
And none of them are nice.
I consider following him, but I have little time until I need to leave.
“He’s going to do something stupid and probably get himself killed,” Jude mutters to his captain. “We should stop him.”
Kane runs up behind Preston and hits him on the nape with the gun.
The laughter comes to a halt as Preston drops to his knees, then falls forward, unconscious.
Every hair on my head stands on end as I watch the scene.
Did his supposed best friends just knock him out?
Not that I’m judging, but maybe I am.
“Well, that definitely stopped him.” Jude crosses his arms over his chest, standing close to Preston. “He’ll fuck you up when he wakes up. You know he hates being knocked out.”
Huh.
Now, I’m contemplating how to beat the shit out of that little bitch Davenport without Jude tearing me limb from limb.
“Then he should’ve controlled his animal side better,” Kane says. “I won’t clean up his messes.”
“You have a point.” Jude searches his surroundings. “Who do you think that was?”
“I don’t know, but we need to find and eliminate him.” Kane sheathes his gun and lifts Armstrong by the arm. “Help me carry him back.”
“What a nuisance. Always a damn fucking baby,” Jude grumbles as he rips off a piece of his shirt and wraps it around Preston’s arm wound—that he inflicted upon himself in his stabbing frenzy.
Then Jude takes his time to carefully lift Preston.
I narrow my eyes on the motion but mostly at the seemingly practiced moves they both use as they start to drag him away.
My steps are careful as I follow them from afar, their voices getting fainter by the second.
“You think it’s one of those motherfuckers?” Jude asks, a strange type of emotion intertwining with his voice.
Protectiveness? Rage?
“No. They wouldn’t dare touch him as he is now.”
“He went crazy, Kane.” Jude’s voice rises a bit. “He rarely ever lets himself slip that far now that he’s had himself under control for so long. What if they’re targeting him again?”
“Simple. We’ll maim every last one of them and let him bathe in their blood.”
“Every last one of them.” A smile laces Jude’s words. “We might need a list. Your favorite.”
Who aretheyandthem?
Other than me, who the fuck dares to target Armstrong?
I don’t like that.
At all.
