I wonder why Psycho never spoke up, considering he’s the one who did it.
Swallowing again, hating my thoughts have gone back to Venom, I look at Professor Marks as he begins to hand out our assignment. I try to focus, knowing I need to complete at least a quarter of the assignment, maybe the paper pro and con list, before I start typing it up because I’m on shift again tonight.
“You will have one week to complete this assignment,” Professor Marks states, and half the class groans while I wince.
Crap.
Okay, so I’ll be trying to complete more than a quarter in class, and knowing my luck, the girls behind me won’t be silent, making it hard to concentrate, which is hard as it is because Venom is on my mind as always.
“Do you think he’ll be outside again today?” I hear and I silently groan.
They’ve just been told that we could fail this class if we don’t pass this assignment, so we need to present our best arguments for the parent we choose and explain why we chose them and their first thought is, 'Some guy?'
Seriously?
“I don’t know,” someone replies with a whisper as Professor Marks makes his way down the steps to the front of the hall, “I didn’t even know Hayden Gillies liked college girls, meaning I have a shot.”
Ah, of course.
“Rhea, Hayden is dangerous, you don’t want to mess with someone like him,” another girl snaps quietly while a snort echoes, gaining the professor's attention, who narrows his eyes before looking back down at his notes as he demands, “Start now, you have forty-five minutes left of class!”
Everyone grabs their laptops and logs on, along with me, while the girls behind continue their conversation, now that Professor Marks’ attention is no longer on them.
“No, the MC brothers are scary and dangerous, who you don’t mess with. Hayden Gillies is a hottie playing thug,” Rhea gloats, and I shake my head subtly.
Idiots.
Hayden Gillies is a rapist, along with his little men, whom he tries to convince to follow him. There is only one reason why he’s hanging around campus suddenly, and that reason is me.
He finally decided to face me himself instead of having his little minions, who think they’re big boys, try to threaten me.
“Raya Wilson,best friends with Ivy Miller, the club princess of the Dark Angel’s MC….” I hear as I walk out of class and I turn my head towards the voice ready to snap that she’s married, that she's no longer a Miller. Instead anger fills me as the pompous soon-to-be dead man with his hair slicked back making it look greasy, wearing a suit looks me over like I’m a piece of meat as he leans against the wall.
Hayden Gillies, the leader of the gang who killed my father, has finally decided to do his own dirty work.
I raise a brow, ignoring all the people looking his way, and reply, “Hayden Gillies, Leader of the pansy gang, the Hyenas, murderer.”
His eyes darken with anger at my gall.
Guess he expected me to quiver in my spot and beg for mercy, huh?
He fists his hands as he glares at me, but I don’t back down. I cross my arms over my chest and stare him down with a raised brow.
He doesn’t scare me, and not just because my best friend would make her family tear the world down to whoever hurts me, but because this man killed my father. I have envisioned stabbing my knife into his neck and watching him choke on his own blood ever since I found out the truth about that fire.
“You’ve got a mouth on you, huh?” he says with venom, and I smile sweetly and admit, “I got it from my father, you know, the hero firefighter you killed.”
Hayden narrows his eyes while I just tilt my head, giving him a sweet ‘fuck you’ smile.
For years, his men had believed I’d moved on, that I didn’t blame them, but he always had suspicions, ones he was right to have to begin with.
His men underestimated me.
“My men…” His words trail off as he looks me over with narrowed eyes full of suspicion before he shakes his head and changes, “That was an accident, and you know it, Raya, you just want someone to blame.”
Guess he doesn’t think this meek little girl can kill his men.
Joke's on him.
