I squeeze tighter. “I love you too, my Venom, my Deacon.”
BONUS EPILOGUE
Venom
The fat bastard stumbles out of his car, practically falling into the house. A house I want to burn down, set ablaze, for all the painful memories imprinted on the walls. For all the suffering he’s caused her. He drove home. I’m surprised the asshole didn’t wrap his car around a damn telephone pole. Good. I want to be the one who ends his life. I’ve murdered a lot of dirty bastards in my time. So, what’s one more?
The lights inside the house turn on, and the gleam from the TV screen flashes. I watch as he grabs a beer out of the fridge, wobbling to his chair. I see he hasn’t made any kind of notable changes when it comes to his circumstances. No matter. It’s not going to make a difference in about ten minutes. I flick my cigarette to the ground. Angel would ring my neck if she saw me smoking. She would also ring my neck if she knew what I was about to do. Not because she doesn’t want to see him six feet under; she just wouldn’t want me to be the one to do it. But ask me if I give a shit.
Victor Galiente is gone, but there’s still one more person I need to take care of. I promised myself I would end this man. So, here I am.
I swing off my bike and trudge up to the back door—one I made sure to unlock earlier.
I tiptoe, like a fucking ballerina, through the kitchen and around the corner. The fucker is sawing logs, while the open can drips onto the moldy-smelling, liquor-stained carpet. The house is trashed. Is this how my woman had to live all those years? The thought makes my blood boil even more. I smile as I stalk toward him, knife in hand, ready to make him pay for how he hurt her.
I cup a palm over his nasty mouth, and he jerks upright. “Wakey-wakey, motherfucker.”
His eyes widen in panic as I press the tip of my blade into his throat. “W-what the fuck? W-who are you?” he slurs his words, while saliva runs down his chin and over his neck.
I hover right above his ugly mug. “Your worst nightmare, asshole.” I force the tip deeper, and a trickle of blood escapes.
“S-stop! What are ya doing!?”
“This? Oh, this is nothing compared to all the shit you did to your daughter.” His mouth gapes open in shock. “That’s right. I’m with your baby girl. Remember her? The one you abused both physically and mentally. Tell me something.” I heighten the pressure on the knife, and he cries out in pain. “After all these years, did you ever feel sorry for hurting her? Making her believe she was never good enough?”
He starts to laugh. “My fucking whore of a daughter was a disgrace. She deserved everything she got.”
Red clouds my thoughts, my actions. “And that’s why you’re going to die, and I’m going to be the one to do it.” His laugh deepens. He must want to end his pathetic excuse for an existence. Do I give him what he wants? Yes, because I’m not strong enough to walk away. To spare his life. “Bye-bye, asshole.”
Five minutes. That’s all it took.
I walk right out the door I entered, wiping the blood off my knife with a towel, and call Wrench, ordering him to send over a clean-up crew. I smile, stroll back to my ride, climb on, start her up, and take off toward home.
I will kill for her.
I will die for her.
I will be the snake I’m known to be. For her.
She cured me. Revitalized a part of me I thought was gone. She brought Deacon back. But if I need to unleash Venom for her, I’ll do it in a heartbeat.
I speed down the open road, because I can’t be late for dessert.
My angel’s making peach pie.
The End.
