Page 138 of Venom Sweeter than Honey
“Gideon said to get started without them. I’m gonna take one of the four-wheelers down to my property. I’ll see you guys later.”
I make my way around them towards the barn, calling back.
“Give my boy a chance, Gertie. All he needs is one.”
I don’t miss the murmur made under her breath.
“That’s exactly what I’m afraid of.”
LEVI
Ithrottle the four-wheeler to its limits the whole trip across Gideon’s property to reach mine. After making quick work of checking on my bees, I clear the porch steps in one stride.
I came back here for two things: clothes and my burner phone.
Once inside, I head straight for my nightstand drawer to snatch up the burner. My eyes snag on the journal and pen my mom bought me when we first moved to Florida because all my old ones had been confiscated by the Feds.
Impulse has me grabbing them, too.
He back yet?
Tossing the phone on the bed, I head to my closet, grab a duffel bag from the top shelf, drop in the journal and pen, and begin shovelling clothes on top. Only a few moments pass before I hear the soft buzz of Jeriko’s reply.
Yes.
My heart riots in my chest.
Finally.
How long is he in town for?
An ellipsis bubble pops up and disappears a couple times while I add my Benchmade SOCP dagger, and several spare magazines for the Heckler and Koch HK45C that’s holstered beneath my shirt. The same one I used to turn at least half of Azrael’s head into ground beef.
Finally, the phone buzzes again.
No idea, but his pilot is on call.
Fuck.
My mind wars between finally having my revenge and claiming Violette. Which would postpone my revenge indefinitely...
I’m surprised by how vehemently my mind rejects the potential of sacrificing my relationship with Violette. Since I met her, thoughts of killing my dad’s usurper have dwindled to all but nothing.
Beau was right when he said meeting the right woman would change a man.
That being said... I won’t let go of revenge too easily.
Maybe I could convince her to take a little road trip with me. She could portal me there, but the idea of getting to spend extended time with her in such close proximity is just too good an opportunity to pass up. Even if it means sacrificing precious time in making it there before my target leaves again.
I send a feeble prayer to the universe that Violette’s actually open to the suggestion and willing to leaveDon Juanbehind.
“What in the hellish fuck are you doing?”
Speak of the devil.
A grin teases my lips as I zip my duffel bag closed. My gaze lifts to meet Violette’s, standing across the room with one hip cocked and arms folded across her chest in a way that gives glorious emphasis to her breasts.
Fuck me, I need her.
