Chapter 20
Raya
My heart races and my palms sweat as I watch Venom sleep. His chest moving up and down as his shirt, which I have dubbed mine, drowns my body, covering the scars on my back that he thankfully has yet to see, to question.
He’s everything I ever wanted but could never have, until now, yet I know I’m about to run away.
“Take all of me, kitten,” Venom whispers as he lifts my left leg over his shoulder and thrusts deep inside me, my walls squeezing him tightly.
His lips caress mine as our eyes lock and my breath stutters. All I see is love staring back at me, love I prayed for so long to have.
My clit throbs, wanting a fourth round with the fine specimen, but I swallow back the emotions, knowing we can’t, I can’t.
I’m not the same girl I was all those years ago, the one who held a big crush on her best friend's brother, wishing he’d open his eyes and see I was just shy, wanting his attention, but not knowing how to ask for it.
That girl died ten years ago when she tried to kill some of her father’s killers and instead got raped, carved, and nearly died.
Now, a girl with no heart or feelings is in her place.
Even worse a girl who wants revenge and is adamant to get it, even if it means cutting everyone out and losing those she loves dearly.
I look at the clock and see it’s four in the morning, and I swallow hard as I look back at Cale. The urge to climb back into bed with him, to have him hold me tight and never let go, swallowing me, but I can’t, and I don’t think I ever will be able to do it.
Hayden will be at Rose Alley today, five minutes away from my campus, the alleyway he moved to last week.
He’s conducting business himself after three of his men were found dead in the alleyway before this one over the last two weeks or so. My time is now, to end him, to get the revenge I desperately need, the revenge that has taken over my whole life since I was committed.
He took away my best friend, my father, and now, I’ll take away his life. I don’t know if I’ll survive, which is why I opened the door last night for Cale, why I gave him my body.
A small part of me hopes I’ll survive this, to maybe have a future with him, but then I remember what I’ve done. He’ll most likely not want anything to do with me neither will his sister, heck, I’ll be surprised if Lake and Viper don’t revoke my godmother role with little Grace.
I check the time again and take a deep breath, knowing I need to go. I look at Cale one more time, taking in his soft features while he sleeps, my name on his neck becoming my focus for just a moment.
I finally got the guy, got everything my teenage heart desired, and now, I could lose it all.
Blinking back the tears, I slowly stand, and as quietly as I can, despite the wobble I feel in my legs and the second-guessing rushing through me, I walk over to my closet, trying to ignore the pit in my stomach.
Deciding to steal Cale’s t-shirt, I grab some leggings and quickly put them on, then my sneakers, before I slowly leave my closet. My eyes are drawn to Cale yet again, always to him.
He’s turned onto his side, his hand on my pillow, his brows furrowed, like he can feel me gone.
Crap.
I quickly but quietly, going against the voices in my head telling me not to go through with this, to speak to him and ask for his help, leave my room before he wakes and head to the kitchen counter. Grabbing my pad and pen, I write him a quick note, knowing he’ll try to find me otherwise….
Cale,
Got called in at the firehouse, but didn’t want to wake you.
I pause for a moment and eye the piece of paper, the lie, and my heart pounds as I swallow hard. I don’t want to lie to him completely.
I love you,
Raya x
I quickly put my pen down as my stomach tightens.
“Crap, I cannot believe I just wrote that,” I whisper as I grab my keys. Then, as quickly and quietly as I can, I leave my apartment, perhaps for the last time. I’m not stupid enough not to realize there is a very good chance I may not return.
“That may be why I wrote it,” I whisper to myself as I rush to the stairs, boycotting the elevator just in case Cale wakes up and tries to look for me.
Am I scared I could get killed today? That I’m basically going on a suicide mission when I could easily tell Cale what I’ve been doing and ask for his help, knowing Ivy would demand he help?
A little, but if I can bring Hayden with me and not involve the club, then I know I can leave this world happy, knowing I got my revenge. I just hope my mama, that Gregory, whom I see as a father, can forgive me, especially when I promised never to try what I did all those years ago again.
I slowly lick my bottom lip, gripping my metal pole as I watch from behind the wall. Hayden is standing there dressed in a three-piece fricking suit, his hair slicked back, as he swaps drugs for cash with a skinny guy whose bones don’t even look strong enough to hold him up.
Heck, he’s all jittery and is looking around really shifty.
“I heard you also want a loan, Jimmy?” Hayden confirms, and I narrow my eyes.
“Y-yes Hay-Hayden, I-I, my mama, she needs help with the mortgage,” Jimmy stutters, his dark brown eyes still looking around.
“You know what happens if you can’t pay me back, Jimmy, and because you’re a user, instead of giving you a year to pay back every cent plus double what you owe, you’ll only have five months to pay it back,” Hayden says slowly, like he cares about the man, but I know different.
I can hear the glee in his voice, the happiness that he gets to kill more innocent people just to make a bigger name for him and his pathetic little gang, trying to catch up with the Dark Angels.
He wants what they have, but what he doesn’t realize is that they don’t instill fear to get what they want. They earned respect from the town, and from their affiliations, respect is the only way to succeed.
Hayden doesn’t seem to understand that, he’d rather kill, something that is normally the last resort for the Dark Angels.
“I-I understand,” Jimmy stutters, his actions still jittery as he scratches his nails down his arm, “I-I need eighty grand.”
Eighty grand to help his mother's mortgage? Yeah, right, more likely to continue to feed his habit, but from someone willing to charge a little less than the Hyenas.
“Okay, I’ll get Ivan to hit you up in an hour outside the school gates,” he says, and Jimmy’s eyes light up like a Christmas tree before he stumbles out of the alleyway, clutching the baggy in his hand.
As his figure slowly disappears into the early morning light, Hayden chuckles, “Easy fucking pickings.”
Jackass.
Guess Jimmy is related to someone higher up, that is the only reason I can think of as to why Hayden would agree to loan him money. He knows he won’t get it back, and what better way than to blackmail someone in a better position than the Dark Angels.
“I know you’re here, killer,” Hayden says, not looking my way, and I narrow my eyes.
He doesn’t know I’m here, he’s just trying psych me out and make myself known, I know it.
“Come out before I drag you out,” he threatens, still not looking my way, but I don’t move from my spot.
A phone rings, and I know it isn’t mine because I left it on my nightstand, knowing Cale could trace me. Hayden grabs his from his pants pocket before answering, “I thought you said the killer shows up early hours of the morning, Ivan?!”
I smirk – see, trying to psych me out.
“I don’t give a shit!” he snaps, “I’ve been here for an hour already and they haven’t shown up.”
Guess I should make myself known.
“I swear, Ivan, when I get back…” he begins, but pauses when I smack the metal pole against the concrete.
No sneak attack on him, he deserves to see his killer, to see his past coming back to bite him in the ass.
He really should have killed me when he had the chance.
Hayden hangs up without another word before he slowly turns around, and his hazel eyes lock with my icy blue ones, shock written in his, while mine most likely show murder.
“Hello, Hayden,” I say coldly.
“Raya Wilson,” he says back, eyeing me as I slowly lift the metal pole and grip it tightly. “So, you’re the one who's been killing my men?”
I smirk at his disbelief and admit, “Since before I turned sixteen. I attacked two of your men, killed one, got raped by the other, and nearly died. I have the scars on my back as proof.”
“So what, this is your payback?” he asks, and I chuckle darkly and remind him, “You killed my best friend,” he frowns, “Someone I grew up to love more than anyone else in this world, someone whose footsteps I have followed.”
His eyes look me over before he says, “Your father.”
“Ding, ding, ding, we have a winner,” I say sarcastically before I point the metal pole at him and ask, “Did you really think I was going to let go of the fact that the fire that killed my father was arson? That was your little pathetic group trying to instill fear in people when they don’t pay you back, that is what killed him? ”
“Your father ran into that house. It wasn’t my fault or my men’s, Raya,” he tries.
I smirk and remind him, “Yet he died trying to save the innocent family you were trying to kill, and now, I finally get to kill you, then one by one, your men will drop before I end your pathetic father's life.”
I see his eyes move side to side before he says, “You’re not a killer, Raya, you’re a firefighter, training to be a lawyer.”
I grin coldly and state, “I’ve been a killer for the past ten years, Hayden, and now, I’m about to add more onto my kill list.”
I rush towards him as soon as I finish my sentence, catching him off guard as I swing the pole and smack it hard against his head making him grunt and fall to the floor and without breaking my stride.
I lift the pole ready to end him, not stopping to enjoy his pain knowing what happened all those years ago and swing the pole down but…
“Oof,” I grunt, the pole falling from my grip as the wind is knocked out of me, someone big tackling me to the ground before my head bounces on the concrete and everything goes black, Cale the last thing on my mind.
My head throbs, the pounding waking me, my mind not able to catch up as I slowly blink and open my eyes, as pain shoots through my wrists and ankles when I try to move them, but can’t, and I look to see I’m chained to a bed.
I swallow hard, seeing I’m naked, the cold air sending goosebumps throughout my body, before I move my eyes around the room, light pink dusty walls that Ivy and I painted while her mama glared at me come into view.
This is Ivy’s mama’s old house, the one she managed to convince Glock to buy her after she left him, hoping to get more money out of him.
My heart pounds, my stomach tightening, realizing what’s happened, realizing I failed. Hayden comes to mind… my pole mid-air before I was tackled.
Crap.
“Venom, huh?” a voice says from the right, and I move my head and see a naked Hayden smirking at me, hair coating his chest, making me want to gag.
I notice the blood on his head before I see his teeny tiny dick in his hand, and I try not to smirk, already knowing the danger I’m in.
Guess he has Napolean syndrome, which is why he tries to act like the big bad gang leader.
“Wonder what he’d say if you were used and abused,” he murmurs as he walks over to the bed, and my situation finally hits home.
He’s not just going to kill me.
I yank on my wrists, hoping the chains will loosen, making him chuckle as he climbs over me, his clammy skin making mine shiver with disgust. “He’d never find out anyway, would he?” he asks more to himself, but this man is an idiot.
It’s already nighttime, the dark sky I can glimpse through the window clues me in. Cale is going to go insane until he finds me.
“I’m going to fuck you until I’m bored, then I’m going to kill you slowly for what you did to my men,” he threatens coldly, and I sneer at him before I spit in his face.
His face turns red, his lips curl, and pure anger radiates from him, and suddenly, he’s thrusting inside me, and bile rises, my walls tear at his intrusion.
He may be small, but I’m not wet.
My tears threaten to fall, the feeling of filth instantly consuming me. For the first time in ten years, true fear fills me as Hayden thrusts in and out of me, grunting in my ear as something sharp stabs into my side, then is dragged down while his hips go quicker.
I can feel the blood spill down my side as I bite my bottom lip to stop my screams, but my tears fall, and I pray Cale finds me quickly.
Whether Cale finds me alive, though, well, that’s a different story because somehow, if I’m not dead, I’ll want to be.