Page 25 of Sweet Touch of Venom
“I don’t owe you an answer, big brother.” I tease with a little giggle, the title I used to joke around with because he was always at our home as if he were family. At one point, it did seem like it. However, that was never the case and now a part of me wants to know how he knew my location, and I know for a fact he was the one who killed the other man. This would change things for me. That makes my stomach clench with unease. Because if he is someone capable of doing that, then…
I catch him wince from my joke, then his features harden again. “You do if you want to live.”
I shouldn’t feel a shudder swarm to my feet or my breath stilling. I’ve dealt with many scary men. But it’s something about the darkness in his eyes and the promise in his tone that has me second guessing if he really would kill me or not. A second ago, I was sure.
Now, I’m not so sure.
“I believe you’re after the same people I am. The ones that killed your brother.”
Afterthe same people I am.
My insides are hot, clawing through the bones and blood. My mind is in shambles at his admission.Weare after the same thing? The man I want to see dead, along with everyone else, also wants to kill the men who killed my brother.
Wait, what?
Chapter 10
Venom
He was the reason your brother died.
I clearly heard him wrong.
Heat flares from my nostrils and my hands turn clammy. “You’re lying,” I hiss.
“He’s not, Cinderella. We’ve been tracking down these men for years now. Waiting to strike,” the snarky woman responds.
I squint at the lady that can’t keep her mouth shut. “And you are?”
“She’s part of my extraction team,” Ronan says, leaning back in the chair, crossing his arms.
My brows furrow now. “E—Extraction?…?team,” I repeat. Now I’m really baffled.
“Yes, I am the creator of GenCre.”
My breath catches. Internally, my eyes spread wide like eagle wings, my throat constricts tight enough to look like a mummy, and a glass bubble shatters in my mind, demanding to keep quiet. NOW. Externally, I keep myself settled. I’m not having a mini breakdown over this information.
GenCre: An elite secret organization with a task force so deep, it’ll drown you—and we have been specifically told tonotintervene with. We’ve been told stories of the man behind the work, who they called Poison. Ronan’s brow lifts in a way that clarifies what I’m thinking.
Fucking balls. Keep calm. Don’t panic.
“You’re the creator. I would’ve never suspected,” I admit, crossing my leg.
“We can work together.”
I burst out in a hollering laugh. “Why the hell would I work along with you? I work alone.” Mostly true. On this, I don’t want a crew, a team. I want to let my venom loose. And plus, the thought of working with a man I clearly resent doesn’t sit well with me. I want to gag just thinking about it.
His hands splay out, nodding his head. “We are after the same people. It can help eradicate them faster. If not, we’ll only be in each other’s way, and we both know that will not end well for us.” He breathes out exasperatedly, rolling his broad shoulders. “You can stay here.”
“Ro, you can’t be serious. We can’t trust her. She wants you dead,” the no name woman barks, gripping her gun.
Ronan’s head snaps over his shoulder, and she falters back, her gun dropping to her side. She dips her chin to her chest.
Well, damn. On a leash, I see.
“Take a chill pill, darling. I won’t be joining your team of jokes.” I point my head at her. Then my head cocks back to Ronan from his ridiculous suggestion. “You are really insane, aren’t you? I would rather play Russian roulette with myself than be a part of your swat team.”
“We both know you have nothing, Anita. No real home. No place. No family.” His words hit me like a brick to the face, and I see blazing green.
