Page 30 of Sweet Touch of Venom
“You must be a fool to welcome your death this way.” My foot raises to the next level, now pressing the gun to his forehead.
“I welcome him every day. He and I are the bestamigos.” Ronan grabs the gun and instead of yanking it from me, he jams the cold metal further into his skull, narrowing his gaze at me. “Go on, do it.”
My throat itches for only a second as I shift on my feet, glancing at the door overhead and to the stairs. His callousness is ill-fitting. I would rather catch him off guard or see fear in his eyes before I do something that should havemybest ending result.Satisfaction.I don’t want to see him excited and encouraging me to go for it. Wanting me to kill him. Nothing about this is satisfying, if anything I’m uncomfortable.
Besides, what would I get out of killing him now, it’ll only alert Henley the idiot up there. “I won’t waste my precious bullet on you. It’s too important, and you just are not.”
I pull the gun from his tight grip, mushing him out of the way with my foreman to get to the source. He grunts from the hit but pulls me back by the wrist. Fury jolts up my stomach, stinging my legs.
I yank my hand from his hold; that’s the fourth time he’s touched me without my approval. “Boundaries aren’t your strong suit, is it?”
His lips fold in, stretching the slice over his mouth with an annoyed flare to his nostrils. “Not if it requires me to protect you. You don’t know what he has prepared in there—he could have a bomb for all we know.”
I’m not sure why his words churn my belly with resentment, polluting me with detest.
I shake my head. “It’s twelve years too late for your protection. I didn't need you then, and I damn sure do not need you now. And news flash asshole, I don’t need your help,” I snarl, wiggling my gun to give him that preview again. I’ve done well handling my own thus far. Why the hell do I needhimout of all people to do that?Fucker.
“That won’t do you justice if you’re blown to pieces.”
“I’ll take my chances,” I rush out, bunching my shoulders and turning away to move on.
Ronan lets out a huff. “Anita.” He grabs meagain.My arm swings back, aiming for his face, but he catches it swiftly like he’s been preparing since that night. He twists my arm back to my side, yanking me to his chest.
“Take your hands off me,” I grit through clenched teeth, squirming to be released from his hold, my gun nearly slipping from my grip. Maybe I should shoot him in the foot.
He shifts me down the steps; my resistance doesn’t seem to have much effect on him, and it’s unbearable as my body is rigid. “Need I remind you what happened last time you did this.”
He closes the gap, his foot on the step above, blocking me from moving. “And I’ll remind you I’m open to all your stunts and tricks. But do know this, I’ll win every time.” He retorts, shooting a narrowed gaze at me.
I growl in frustration, wiggling again. “I hate you so much.”
“I’ll take that.”
The door to his office opens and our attention snaps to it. Henley walks out with the light in the office off and papers in his hand. His focus is on the jingling of his keys until he perks up and notices the two people in all black with a gun each. Terror folds over his eyes and gaping mouth, the papers spill out, the wind catching it and flying them down toward us. Everything seems to go in slow motion and all we need is Mozart playing in the background. We both swipe the papers as Henley rushes back into his office and slams it shut.
“Fucking shit.” Ronan grits out, slapping the last, then shooting me a furious look like it’smy fault.Really!?Pushing off the rail, I jet up the steps to get to the door.Crap, crap, crap.
In such a hurry, Ronan glides his hands up my waist and grips to speed me up. “Stop touching me!” I screech, swiping him away. Once to the top, I swung open the door to find Mr. Henley here, grabbing for anything in his vicinity to swing at us, including a large pipe. I duck, hoping it hits Ronan instead. Lifting back up, my leg swoops up connecting with his arm, he hollers, his hand falling down. I backward kick him, and Mr. Ronan adds on kickingagain, hitting him in the chest. Extremely hard.
“Shit!” He growls, crashing back into the window, the glass shattering behind him.
Ronan pulls out his gun to shoot, but I kick the gun out of his hand.You will not be killing him, I am!
Ronan glares at me. “What the hell are you doing!?”
“Fuck off!” I scream, turning quick and aiming my gun at Henley, who’s now running around his desk grabbing a lamp.
“What the fuck do you want!?” He shouts, throwing the lamp. I duck, pulling the trigger, but he dodges it like a mouse. It hits the wall instead. He’s quick when he’s terrified. Good. Makes it more fun for me. He runs back over to the window, throwing across the desk and chairs. By that time, Ronan retrieves his gun and takes aim.
Henley ducks in time and leaps out the window.
My eyes widen, rushing to him. “What the?—”
Bam, bam splat!
I look over the frame and down below at a body laid crooked, and blood splatter from his skull. Idiot hit a dumpster before making it to the ground. It’s a two-story level, so he would’ve made it. But not if he got banged up along the way.
Ronan leans over me to scope out the scene, his body resting on my back and a manly aroma fumigating my nose. “Looks like he killed himself.”
