Page 21 of Sweet Touch of Venom
Let’s Play Little Snake
Iwas right, of course. Just I thought. The snake waltzes to the bar where Henley, the third culprit, resides. To be so worried, he's still out doing his nightly activities.
I’ve been keeping an eye on her for three days straight, but only at night. I know her routines in and out of her apartment and sometimes at the library.
I never get to see her face, since the only time I get to notice her is when it’s dark. Throughout the day, I’m following missions across the state, and when I get back, I head straight to where I saw her last.
Now tonight I get to witness it all. I sat far from the apartment waiting for her move. Three hours, to be exact. And now it’s nine at fucking night. My patience is dwindling, and I’m ready to just say fuck it, but I can’t. I’m too desperate to know.
This better be worth it. Because soon I’ll see who this snake is, but I’m also interested in how she’s going to kill this man. Will she catch him in the bathroom? Follow him home? Lure him in with her shiny scales?
Wind swims through my hair and down the crease of my coat, jerking my bones into a slight shiver. I’m more excited than anything. All I need is popcorn.
I stand between two trees covered by high bushes. I’m camouflaged, wearing all black, which seems fitting for the night sky.
The vibrations in my pocket distract me. Fuck. It’s probably Bedford or Mal. Maybe even my brother Cruz. I don't need his shit tonight.
I grab it while still focused ahead. I set the light on very low, making sure it doesn’t blind me or set off my camouflage.
Gear
Consider yourself removed from the barbecue, you spawn of Satan.
My face dulls at that waste of my attention. Stuffing my phone back in my pocket, I divert from the stupid ass message. Big ass baby. I wasn’t going to go, anyway. I don’t do gatherings.
I kneel, watching as she slowly creeps up to the door with faux bones and skulls nailed to it. Damn. Her normal green cargos and that oversized hoodie swallowing her whole. From a far I can scope her figure, the sweater is large, but it doesn’t fall past her ass, and I can’t help but slowly skim down to it. It’s plump and round—my cock is talking, which makes me disgusted, but it’s a natural reaction.
She reaches out, wrapping her hand around the long handle, but her foot lands slowly in front of her before straightening her back.
Something tipped her off.
She then shifts her body, her head lowered; she speeds away from the bar, striding toward the back where the dumpsters are.I straighten up, my eyes zooming, searching for a sign that she’s in the bar.
Nothing.
There’s nowhere for you to go, little snake. You little motherfucker.
She must’ve fled the scene—she probably felt my presence. That’s amateur on my part.
My throat tenses, darting my eyes all over. What the fuck? What the fuck? What the motherfuck? “Where did you go?” I murmur to myself, looking through the gaps in the bushes. She couldn’t have gotten too far without me at least seeing where she?—
The sound of a gun cocking and the cool metal pressing into the back of my head stops my movement. I freeze.
“Who the hell are you, and why are you following me?” she grits out, pressing the gun harder into my skull.
I take in her soft voice. My ears are notating little things to remember, so when I get out of this shit, I’ll have further information to stand on. Or maybe I’ll snatch out her windpipe—we’ll see.
“Answer me.” She nudges the gun as I’m slowly standing on my feet with my arms raised in ‘surrender’.
“Isn’t it obvious? I’m watching you,” I say smoothly. Ballsy as fuck. She can shoot me right in the head—no hesitation. But I’m taking a chance that if she’s smart, she’s more interested in my ‘watching.’
“Oh,” she sings, and the damn hair on my neck stands. I grit my teeth at the act of my own body in this detrimental situation. “Then you must be ready to die tonight.”
Heat runs through my forehead—my neck stiffening. I crunch my boots on the dry leaves, preparing for my next move. “Someone may be dying tonight, but it sure as hell won’t be me.”
My arms whip around, slapping the weapon directly from her grip; she loses her footing, toppling back. I charge at her at a fast speed, tackling her to the ground, a low oomph escaping her lips.
Before I can lean up to pull off the mask and see her face, her arm wraps around the back of my neck, tightening the grip, pulling me under her pit like I’m a headless horseman. Her long legs wrapped around my waist. She squeezes in, nearly breaking my ribs in a death trap. I grunt out pain and the air escaping my lungs. I dig my teeth into my bottom lip from the bone crushing grip.
