Page 50 of Beautiful Venom
“Our goalie would know his fucking place, now, wouldn’t he?”
His words are calm. So calm, they’re chilling.
Isabella’s face twists in an ugly expression as she rushes to her brother. “Kane, let him go! Why are you hurting Gav for this bitch? She’s not even?—”
“Shut your mouth, Isabella.” His words are deep and final.
Forget Isabella, even I flinch, hoping to find a hole I can crawl into.
“Out,” he orders, throwing Gavin at Preston. “All of you out.Now.”
Isabella’s friends run out of there as if their asses are on fire. Gavin, Jude, and Preston are next.
Isabella is the one who lingers behind, her face red and her breathing choppy.
He merely looks at her with his signature composed expression that could crumble mountains. “Waiting for an escort?”
“You can’t be serious!” She points a finger in my direction. “She’s an outsider. This bitch is a fuckingoutsider!”
“Call her a bitch again and I’ll cut out your tongue.”
I flinch. Again. As if I’ve been hit by lightning.
Isabella trembles all over, her legs barely holding her upright, but she stomps out of the room after stabbing me with one final glare.
Everyone, and I mean every single one who left, looked at Kane as if he were an alien before they exited.
The room is charged despite their absence. Hell, it’s even more stifling than when they were all here.
My survival instinct kicks in and I slowly inch toward the door. The sooner I get out of here, the better.
I didn’t sign up for dealing with this side of Kane tonight. No matter what this side is.
The moment I open the door, a hand slams it shut from behind and an oppressive warmth covers my back as Kane’s deep voice fills my ears. “Where do you think you’re going?”
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My nails dig into the strap of my bag.
My teeth sink into my bottom lip.
And I draw countless circles on my thumb in an attempt to properly breathe.
In.
Out.
You know how to breathe. Remember how to breathe.
But no amount of comfort movements dispels the tension sinking in my stomach.
“I’m just leaving.” I speak clearly, though my voice is low. “Didn’t you ask everyone to get out?”
“Not you.”
My heart jumps, and I really, really hate my body’s reaction to his words.
