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Chapter 10 of "Tempting Venom" starts with dramatic events: He fixes me with a hard, burning stare and snarls. āMy name is Richardson.āāDickson, Dicky,... Discover what happens!
He fixes me with a hard, burning stare and snarls. āMy name is Richardson.ā
āDickson, Dicky, who cares?ā I circle him, scraping my blades on the ice every now and then just to mess with him. āHeard your girlfriend broke up with you. Must be because of the tiny Dickson allegations circling around. She found a better Dicky?ā
I can always feel it.
That split second before they snap.
The way their eyes bulge like theyāre about to claw their way out of their sockets, the way their whole body coils into thatfight, fight, fightresponse.
It sends a tingle down my spineāstraight to my goddamn dickāseeing them get that worked up over the stupid shit I say.
This is pure talent, you know. I did my homework before the game.
I always prep for whoever weāre up against. Learn the two or three defensemen Iāll be dealing with and dig up as much dirt on them as humanly possible.
Then I hit them where it hurts the most.
Drag out their ugliest, darkest vulnerabilities or secrets.
Itās what allows me free access to their heads. I donāt need to put my all into the game; I just have to mess with them, and theyāll make mistakes on the ice.
Theyalldo.
Play harder, not smarter.
Iām a master provocateur and the reigning champion of pissing people off and poking them exactly where itās paralyzing.
Youād better not have any issues and be perfect when facing me, because Iāll go thereāIāll goeverywhereāwhile wearing a smile.
Itās impossible to be perfect, though, so Iāve always, and Imeanalways, gotten into my opponentsā heads and dragged them on the ice for the world to see.
Dicky is just the latest addition.
He faces me, his eyes injected with tiny red veins, his fists clenched as he raises his hand holding the stick.
Now, if he hits me hard enough and we get rid of him before we even start, the Wolves will be so cooked.
Let me give him one more push.
āAw, youāre mad?ā I tilt my head. āHit a nerve, Dicky? You mustāve given such a lackluster performance for her to find another dick?āā
He lunges at me, and I smile, closing my eyes. Referees better be watching, because Iāll be the most dramatic drama queen to have ever existed when I take the punch.
My blood roars in my veins at the prospect. The pain. The crunch of bones. The possibility of spilling blood.
It makes me feel alive.
Though this was so easy, Iām slightly offended.
I wait for the hit.
And wait.
But it doesnāt come.
I open my eyes, and fuck it all straight to hell. Someone has shoved Dicky away from me right before he could hit me.
Who the fuck?ā