Page 3 of Beautiful Venom
The ring is proof of his monstrous ties.
He skates to the other two and forcibly breaks up the fight by shoving his body between theirs. Preston instantly jumps up and skates in circles, his rhythm and provocative facial expression taunting without his having to say a word.
Jude fights against Kane’s hold, and his strength and thirst for violence form an invisible halo around him, eliciting goosebumps on my skin.
“Enough.” Kane pushes him, and while the movement looks relaxed, it actually isn’t. There’s no way he’d be able to shove away a bear-like man if that were the case.
That’s the thing about Kane. He somehow manages to make things look effortless when they’re far from it.
“Is that all you got, big man?” Preston tilts his head to the side and pouts at Jude, mimicking an innocent kid. “I’m disappointed.”
Jude dashes toward him. “You fucking?—”
Kane extends his hands, punching them both simultaneously in the stomach. “I said enough. Save the energy for the rink.”
Jude snarls. “I’ll pummel his pretty face to pieces so he stops talking shit.”
“Ruining my face won’t stop me from dragging your ass.” Preston grins wide. “It’ll just show your inferiority complex. That jealous of my looks, peasant?”
“Your looks?” It’s Jude’s turn to mock laugh. “Which looks? Sickly and disturbing?”
“Said no one ever. But hey, I can find you a good plastic surgeon. Also a neurosurgeon so he can fix your messed-up personality.”
“Only if your personality will undergo the same surgery.”
“Blasphemy. I have a wonderful personality. Yours, however, revolves around mommy issues.” Preston pouts.
“I’m going to fucking bury you.” Jude charges, and Kane uses his body to absorb the shock and still gets pushed back.
“Pres.” Kane stares at him. The energy shifts without his having to say anything else.
Preston lifts his shoulder. “What? It’s fun to mess with him. Besides, he needs to be drained so he can sleep. Like a kid.”
“The fuck you just say?” Jude asks in a dark tone.
“See?” Preston lifts his hands as if he’s proving a point.
“Save the trash talk for the game,” Kane tells him.
“Hmm…let me consider it.” Preston taps his chin. “I refuse.”
Kane sighs as if he was expecting the reply. “Did you use that same antagonistic energy to get that player penalized?”
“I suppose. Told him that his mom is letting his coach fuck her in all her loose holes so that a mediocre player like him can be kept on the team.”
Sick bastard.
“No wonder he nearly killed you and was penalized for five minutes. Twice,” Kane says in an unnervingly calm tone. “You’re effortlessly annoying.”
Preston grins. “I know, right?”
“That’s not a compliment.”
“Did she?” Jude asks, seeming to have forgotten about his vow to kill Preston.
“Did she what?”
“Let the coach fuck her in all her holes for her son?” Jude asks in a cryptic tone, and Kane watches him closely as if looking for something, though I can’t pinpoint what.
