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Chapter 34 of "Tempting Venom" begins revealing exciting developments: 5PRESTONSo I didnāt mean to come here tonight.Or at all, really.Where the fuck is this... Donāt stop now!
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So I didnāt mean to come here tonight.
Or at all, really.
Where the fuck is this place, even?
The Wolvesā arena, thatās where. The last place I shouldāve driven my ass to after the beating from Lenin per my dearpapaās orders.
Every time I screw up in epic proportions, I have to learn the lesson.
Or, like, be punished properly.
Brought down a peg or two.
Usually, Iāll drive around recklessly, nearly crash my car, or try to join a hunt with members of Vencor.
As a senior member, I donāt really have to kill anymore, but that rule can go fuck itself right the fuck off. The only saving grace of Vencor is the killing.
Or, more accurately, the hunting.
But the more weāve progressed up Vencorās ladder, the less fun itās become. Itās more supervision and less action at this stage.
After we graduate, Kane, Jude, and I will go through the final trial to become Founders. A position thatās only attainable by being born within one of the four founding families.
Yay me, I guess.
Does that mean weāll turn into our fathers?
Gag.I just gave myself the biggest cringe with that thought.
Point is, I shouldāve joined some members on a hunt or gone to annoy Jude and Kane.
But no, the me from roughly an hour ago considered that prospect ludicrous. Go to Kane and Jude, whoāll either question me about my clusterfuck of a performance or watch me closely as if Iām about to break?
No, thanks,said my genius brain as he led us right to the rat town that smells of piss, vomit, and drugs.
This shithole is a health hazard, Iām telling you.
But itās also the location where my sweet revenge against Osborn will take place.
Heās the reason I screwed up tonight, got told off by Dad, and got beaten up by Lenin.
My chest rattles a bit when I breathe due to that bruteās hit, but the painkillers mixed with good ole Jack Daniels help.
Mostly because Iām finally numb.
Not numb enough to not go through with my revenge, though, because thatās exactly what Iāve done.
Say hello, Osbornās broken sticks.Theyāre not even high-end, except for one, but theyāre gone now, and the peasant has no lucky stick.
Oops.
That was so mean. Iād do it all over again.
But that decision brought me here, to this moment, with Osbornās thick fingers in my hair and my body angled back in a less-than-ideal position.