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Chapter 258 of "Tempting Venom" begins revealing: My head jerks up, but Preston isnāt there anymore.Thereās no warmth, no tight embraces where... Continue the adventure!
My head jerks up, but Preston isnāt there anymore.
Thereās no warmth, no tight embraces where I always felt that he craved me, and that was the only way he knew how to touch me.
Instead, my eyes collide with Jude and Kane, who are dressed in black gear.
Judeās holding a gun and aiming it at me. I think he said something just now, but I didnāt hear it.
I cock my head to the side, grinning. āTook you long enough. I got a littleā¦impatient.ā
āGet the fuck out of here, Osborn,ā Kane says, standing in front of Jude as if, whatā¦? To protect him or me?
āBring cleaners? Of course you did.ā I chuckle, stumbling off the bed. āIāll leave it to you, rich kids.ā
I cast one last glance at the lump of flesh and bones I left behind and feel nothing but the crashing ache that no matter what I do, I canāt bringhimback.
But if I continue to kill, Iāll be able to see his ghost.
As Iām about to leave, Jude fists my bloodied collar and snarls in my face, āYou think you can ruin my fucking revenge and then leave?ā
āThatās the plan, Callahan.ā
I breathe harshly, that rage bubbling to the surface. āI should maim you instead.ā
Even though Iād like to beat him the fuck up for failing to save Preston, for not protecting his own girl so we wouldnāt be in this predicament, I know Preston wouldnāt like it.
And I donāt want to see his disapproving face in my hallucinations.
āThatās right,ā Preston whispers in my head. āJudeās my bestie, remember? Weāre bros.ā
Kane pulls Jude away from me. āLet him go.ā
āBut this motherfucker?āā
Kane shakes his head, cutting Jude off, and gives me a once-over, then lets out in a breath, āPres wouldnāt like it.ā
Something inside me jolts. The heart that I thought died after Preston left me is resurrecting from the ashes at the mere mention of him.
Jude lets me go, watching me peculiarly, but I pull out a candy, mango flavored, and throw it in my mouth. At first, the mango mixes with the tangy taste of blood, but soon enough, itās all Preston.
Like the few times when I made him suck on a candy after I fucked him, kissing him through it. He loved it. Heexpected it. Heād stroke my hair and sigh in my mouth as we both shared a kiss through the candy.
And now, I canāt do that anymore, because he chose death over me.
And I donāt know how Iāll survive it.
Or if Iāll ever admit that heās gone for good.
Every day, I watch my phone, waiting for his texts that used to brighten my life. Every night, I stare out my window and look for his shadow in front of the house.
I look everywhere, but heās not there.
And I donāt think Iāll ever stop looking.
āYouāve reachedemotional terrorist and part-time hockey legend, Preston Armstrong. If Iām not answering, Iāmprobablyignoring you on purpose, so maybe lose my number. If youāre part of Prestonās VIP Club, leave a message and Imightgrace you with my attention.ā
As it goes to voicemail, I hang up and call again, putting the phone to my ear.
Then I do it again.