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Chapter 44 of "Tempting Venom" kicks off with thrilling moments: Sounds cheap. No, thanks.Careful, Armstrong. Iâm finding you extremely amusing.Everyone does.Everyone isnât me.I donât see... Read more!
Sounds cheap. No, thanks.
Careful, Armstrong. Iâm finding you extremely amusing.
Everyone does.
Everyone isnât me.
I donât see the difference.
The difference is that itâs not good for you if I keep finding you amusing.
Fuck Osbornwith a broken hockey stick dipped in glitter.
Amen.
It doesnât matter that he didnât get back to me for three days straight. Because Iâm having funtonight!
And by fun, I mean that Iâm going on a hunt.
Technically, itâs Judeâs hunt. Some people stood by and watched in a public square as his mom was stabbed to death over twenty times. Nasty business, I know.
And Jude is on a revenge mission since he also has mommy issuesâwe bonded over that, isnât it poetic? Spoiler alert, Dr. Duret says itâs not.
His form of revenge gets my heartfelt stamp of approval. Because hereâs the thing, the cameras for that incident were wiped clean by Julianâstarting to see the pattern with that control freak? He probably did that because he didnât want Jude to be distracted by what he believes is âmeaninglessâ revenge.
However, Kane managed to access one of the cameraâs recordings before it got deleted. In true nerdy Kane fashionâalso spelledoverachiever, if you wishâhe made a list of the people who were there.
Every so often, he gives Jude a file, and the big man starts by stalking them, making their lives hell, manipulating them to kingdom come. Then, at the final stage, he kidnaps and releases them into the forest, hunts them down, and kills them.
Itâs the most satisfying shit ever, if you ask me.
Mostly because I always get to participate, and if Iâm fast enough, I even manage to kill some of the suckers.
Today, unusually, Kane joined, probably chasing some demons so he wonât think about Dorothyâhis sort-of girlfriend, whom I still donât approve of, FYI.
Canât trust anyone who dated that sucker Osbornâeven if it was only for a couple of weeks.
Anyway, Jude and I are suited up in full blackâgloves, shiny knives, the whole homicidal starter pack. Big man even put on a raincoat so he âdoesnât get too drenched in blood.â
Boo. Thatâs literally the best part.
âReady for some fun?â I ask as we stand on the porch, staring into the kind of pitch-black darkness that horror movies warn you about.
Sometimes the dark feels like it wants to eat me alive. Other timesâlike todayâitâs basically my emotional support void.
The only place I can actually breathe.
Jude released tonightâs target fifteen minutes ago, and we watched the sleazy middle-aged bastardâwhose eyes are on my personal to-do listâbolt into the forest like a terrified raccoon.
âYou can have all the fun you want, but his life is mine,â Jude says, standing on the other side of Kane, twirling his hockey stick.
I tilt my head in Kaneâs direction. âNo weapon?â
He tucks his phone awayâfinally prying himself from whatever doomscroll heâs been married toâand shifts his jacket just enough to reveal his gun.
âMan, youâre so boring.â Jude shakes his head. âI bet it comes with a silencer, too.â
âNaturally. Canât leave evidence behind.â