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Get a glimpse of "Tempting Venom" Chapter 8: Or a whole fucking team of them.Hereās the thing. Weāre playing against our biggest rival... Continue the adventure now!
Or a whole fucking team of them.
Hereās the thing. Weāre playing against our biggest rival tonight. You know, the Wolvesāaka the slimy sons of bitches who keep eyeingmychampionship.
Some would argueāsomebeing our captain, Kaneāthat itāsourchampionship. The Vipersā, to be exact. Since Iām just one of twenty-six players on the team. But hear me out. They wouldnāt get anywhere without me, so technically speaking, itāsmychampionship, bitches.
Back to the topic at hand, or the actual Wolvesā shitty arena weāre playing at tonight.
Light floods the ice as our guys skate into position. That pregame buzz hits early, a hum of adrenaline sliding under my skin and making me extra fucking hyper. Canāt wait to crush some egos tonight and send them home crying.
The place is packed full of people who came to watch my highness humble some peasants.
Okay, fine, they might have come to watch Kane and Jude. Especially Jude. He gets so much attention without even trying, and it makes me salty with extra sodium at times, but hey, he gets a pass for being my best bro.
Said big manāyup, thatās Jude, the resident hulk of the Vipersāskates beside me on the rink amid the crowdās deafening cheers.
For the Wolves, not us, since itās an away game, but I take a dramatic bow to our side of the audience anyway.
āSmile, Callahan,ā I tell Jude, wearing my charming smile, complete with the most gorgeous dimplesānot my description; it belongs to one of the beautiful ladies I fuck on the regular. But since she said it about me, I have the right to plagiarize.
Jude stops beside me, running a quick gaze over me as if assessing something.
What, I donāt know.
Actually, I do, but letās pretend I donāt. Works like a fucking charm every time.
Judeās a few inches taller than me and much broader, almost like heās on a mission to tower over the world. He pulls on his gloves, still doing that not-so-discreet watching heās obsessed with. āFocus, Pres.ā
āI am focusedāon doing public service.ā
āDonāt be too antagonistic tonight.ā
I search around, then place a hand on my heart. āAntagonistic?Moi?ā
āHeās right, Pres.ā Kane skates to Judeās side.
The captain of being a pain in the ass, ladies and gents.
Fine, okay. Heās not bad. Just a nagging little bitch sometimesāactually, most of the time.
Kaneās build is somewhere between Judeās wrestler-like muscles and my lithe, perfect physique. He also has seriously creepy light-blue eyes that look especially muted now, almost reflecting the ice.
āThe Wolvesā defense is aggressive,ā he says, giving me a solemn look that fits a grandpa. āYou goading them will only end badly for you. Play clean.ā
āNah, donāt worry. Theyāll all fall into my trap.ā I whistle, motioning toward their side. āWill be sending those peasants to the box one at a time.ā
āJust tone it down,ā he says.
āSo, I wonāt be doing that.ā
āPresā¦ā
āButIāll turn them into minced lasagna.ā
Jude sighs. āItās āmake mincemeat out of them.āā
āI meant my version. Sounds tastier.ā
Kane shakes his head at me, then skates away. Jude pats my shoulder as he follows. āI got your back.ā