Chapt. 2 - The Black Venom

"Does God exist and manage people's lives? If so, maybe He's playing a joke on me right now, to bring me together with a strange girl like you." -Michael Genosie (Mike)-

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Mike had been staring at the stoned girl on the bed for half an hour. The thought of a memorable hot night was never going to happen.

The club girl had said that Angie, the girl he was with now, was still 'sealed.' He was sure he hadn't heard wrong. It was like a jackpot for him. However, it still didn't bring out the burst of hormones in him.

Mike looked at Angie with a look that he couldn't even understand. His hand reached out, ruffling the long hair that covered her face.

Her skin was milky white, with her face shining in the moonlight through the gap in the curtain. Her cheeks were rosy, redder due to the effects of alcohol, and more attractive if he noticed from such a close distance.

"Shit! What am I doing?" Mike muttered, pulling the blanket over Angie's face and getting up, pacing back and forth while wringing his own fingers. It would be a lie to say he wasn't tempted. It was just ... where to start? How? Forced her? It was possible she wouldn't feel anything anyway since she was unconscious.

No, no! Being rude to women was never in Mike Genosie's dictionary. If he wanted to eliminate a woman, he could do it with just one flick of the finger—just give the order to his men.

Mike took off the tie and shirt that had been suffocating him and making him feel hot, grabbed a bottle of vodka, and downed it without any rules. If he was drunk, it would probably be easy to do anything wildly, he thought.

However, after downing a full bottle and having both eyes sting, the spark didn't appear. He had already stripped Angie of her clothes, as well as his own, but all he did next was sit on the bed and stare at the girl who seemed to have fallen even deeper asleep. What would a man do in his position? Mike was completely unfamiliar with such things. He had never dealt with a woman, not even a handshake, let alone sleeping with them.

He got up and looked out the window. Dawn was breaking soon. The noise of trumpets and fireworks explosions slowly died down. The night was silent again, leaving only the sounds of crickets and frogs from the afternoon rain.

His body was tired, to be honest. However, should he let the good stuff go?

"Damn it! What was I thinking? Why waste money on something useless?" He grumbled, then threw himself on the bed and unconsciously fell asleep after thinking for a long time.

No hot night, no beautiful night. Mike and Angie slept on the same bed. Even though they were naked, nothing happened except for their beautiful dreams in different worlds.

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Angie squirmed, stretching her stiff muscles. She shuddered—the room temperature made her freeze so she pulled back the blanket that had only covered half of her body. Her head felt scratchy. It must be the residue of the drink she'd downed without regulation last night.

She tried to clear her vision. Even in the dimly lit room with only a glimmer of light from outside, which of course made it difficult for her to recognize, she knew that she was somewhere else.

Her heart suddenly felt like it was going to explode when she realized that she was wearing nothing but the warm blanket covering her innocent body at the moment.

"Good morning, beautiful girl with brilliant eyes. Thank you for finding me with a broken heart. Would you like me to make you breakfast as a token of gratitude for our lovely evening?" The chirping voice made Angie go on alert. She turned her head slowly and cautiously, before finally snapping out of it. A man was turning to face her.

Strange, she had never seen that man before. Reflexively, Angie pushed him off the bed. Mike, the man, got up staggering, not realizing he had nothing on.

"You pervert! What are you doing? Get out of here!" Angie hit the naked Mike with a pillow, forgetting that she was also not wearing any clothes.

"Hey, hey! What are you doing? Stop!" Mike snatched the object from Angie's frenzied hands and threw it in any direction. Most importantly, the girl wouldn't be able to attack him again. Mike swiftly opened the nightstand and grabbed a gun, he pointed it, and successfully made the girl in front of him shut up and raise both hands in the air.

"Whoa! Please put that thing down. It's a firearm and very dangerous, sir." Angie scrambled off the bed, grabbed whatever was nearby to put on then raised her hands again.

"How did you get here? Which group did you come from? Who ordered you? Answer!" It seemed to take a while for Mike to fully realize that HE was the one who had brought Angie into the room and got under the covers with him. Although neither of them had done anything last night, neither of them were sure and remembered the details. Especially Angie who had been unconscious since the beginning due to the effects of alcohol.

Mike's question instantly made Angie's head spin. She didn't know what group he was referring to—hoping to remember just one important piece of last night's events that would save her from him.

"Don't play dumb! If you don't answer, don't blame me if I put the gun through your head."

"No! Don't do that, please. I still want to live longer, still have never felt love, never been in a relationship and felt... kissed." Angie stopped talking and her cheeks turned red. Both were silent, looking at each other for a few moments before looking away in opposite directions.

Mike, even though he also felt wrong, kept a stern look on his face to keep his pride at a safe level to make the girl in front of him a little more respectful to him. Should he eliminate Angie to prevent the news from spreading? The girl seemed like a gossipy woman, and Mike didn't like being the subject of conversation.

To Angie's question, Mike didn't respond, but rather eroded the distance, making the girl retreat every step he took towards her. She blinked as Mike managed to lock her against the wall, making it impossible for her to move, even to breathe oxygen.

"Wh-whoever you are, please let me go. I promise I won't tell anyone about this. I also won't sue you if I... get pregnant." Angie's words made Mike burst out laughing. He looked at her from toe to hair and pointed the gun in his hand at her smooth face.

"Did you think that would happen? You'll probably disappear into the earth before you have a chance to hold me accountable."

"I'll call the police before you can get rid of me."

Mike laughed harder. "What state police do you think can catch me, huh? They won't even find your dead body."

"How arrogant! Who do you think you are to do that?"

Mike didn't answer but moved his chin, pointing to a corner of the room where a lot of pictures hung. One picture caught Angie's eye—an emblem of an organization that, although she didn't understand its meaning, she knew very well what kind of group it was, as it was well known in the local community.

That group, was where she could either become a slave and captive for life, or end up as just a name—The Black Venom.