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After all, Theo did pay for a private service, and I was giving him just that. I felt my climax approach, and I quickly leaned forward, biting his shoulders to stiffen my screams as I climaxed. My orgasm must have given Theo a push, as I felt his seed coat my walls not long after. We came down from our sexual euphoria, and I leaned my head against his. We had our eyes shut, and only our heavy breathing could be heard. I felt the effects of the venom wear off moments later. "Today seems to be a day of spontaneous activities," I stated.

She stood up, noticing the comics on his bookshelf, and walked over to his bookshelf, saying, "Wow, I didn't know the boring Beau Bax was into comics." She looked through the comics, while he said, "Of course. Comics are amazing." She pulled out one of the comics, looked at Beau, and said, "You read Space Buds?" He laughed, saying, "Yes, it's my favorite comic. I used to love it as a child. It was my greatest pass time. Whenever I felt lonely I could always get lost in a Space Buds adventure. It was a great childhood comfort. I loved them so much that I collected almost all the comics, all except one. The secret episode, I could never get my hands on it. It was the one thing that I tried so

“Still don’t get it.” Scott pulled two crumpled plastic bags from his pocket. “Look. These’ll hold about a hundred cans an bottles each. If we fill em up, we can get close to ten bucks. We’ll split it, five bucks each.” Scott winked. “I was over at Brooks Pharmacy yesterday. Guess what they just got?” Jesse smiled hopefully. “New comics?” “You bet. Secret Defenders, The Hulk . . . an Dr. Strange.” “Cool.” Jesse paused. “Wait. You don’t read comics. What’re you gonna buy with your split?”

Marco was smoking a cigar when Venom walked in, a knowing smile spreading across his face. "I knew they couldn't kill you so easily. You’re not called my backbone for nothing," Marco said. "I’m going to kill that punk, rules be damned," Venom replied, his tone icy. "You have my blessing," Marco said. "I’m already punishing those fools who abandoned their boss." "Let them go," Venom said. "I told them to leave. Did you receive the package?" "I did," Marco answered. "What do you plan to do with it?" "That’s private," Venom replied curtly.

Then my father says his name once, quietly, and that is the end of it. Dante stands, knocks his shoulder into mine as he passes, and says over his shoulder, "Watch yourself walking through doorways, or there's another condom with your name on it." He does not see the corner of my mouth move as he walks away. He is not supposed to. My father places a box of Cubans on the desk. Marco picks up two, runs the length of one under his nose, lights both with the small cutter from his inside pocket, and passes mine across. I take it, settle back into the chair, and for approximately thirty seconds the office holds nothing except the particular quiet of men who are about to spend two hours going throu

Storage unit 247 sat in the middle of an industrial wasteland, surrounded by identical metal boxes that baked under the noon sun. Raven pulled her car into the dusty lot, scanning for any signs of surveillance or trap. The Diamondbacks weren't known for their subtlety, but Venom struck her as the type who preferred chess to checkers. Her phone buzzed: Blue Honda, license plate starts with 7G. Keys under rear bumper. Drive to Pier 19, warehouse with the red door. Leave package on desk, take envelope. One hour. - V

“Cocaine?“ Venom almost laughed. He was suddenly looking at Raven like he was a complete moron. “How much do you think we sell a gram?“ “Thirty K, maybe—” “Shit! Are you sure you were not abducted?! Our stocks and prices went down the moment Gomez Waxson passed. Our clients didn't think they were worth too much money since it was not being protected and controlled by the late Don anymore.“ Raven's mouth was wide open as he heard Venom. “How come I never knew of this?“ “It's because you aren't attentive and smart enough to run the family. How do you think I know this when I haven't been around since late Don Gomez died?“

“Okay, now that you have that settled with, why are you back in Chappaqua?” “What do you mean why am I back in Chappaqua? I still have about four days left to remain here, and there is still a lot of bullshit going on with the Pack, thanks to Venom,” I revealed to him. “I recently stumbled upon something and I found out that Venom had auctioned my top upcoming designs for WildLine, and a few of our valuable resources, just for his personal gain. It pissed me off so much when I found out,” I told him with fury raging inside of me like a volcano.

"Get the treatment started, the best there is, I'm calling the shots here!" Once he hung up, his eyes darted to mine, a flicker of guilt betraying him. "Wren's taken a turn for the worse. She needs this special serum to kick her immune system into gear, and the one you've been waiting on just got here. Give it to her!" I could not help but scoff, my words deliberate and biting. "Is she even worth it?" That serum was worth a fortune. It was not something just anyone could buy. It had been reserved for my granddad five years ago, and I had called in more than a few favors to secure it.

The dimly lit bar was a sanctuary for the weary and the wicked alike. The air was thick with the scent of aged whiskey and the low hum of conversation, punctuated by the occasional clink of glasses. Chase Almonte leaned against the polished mahogany counter, swirling the amber liquid in his glass, his mind racing with thoughts of revenge. He had always been a man of ambition, but lately, that ambition had twisted into something darker, fueled by a burning hatred for his niece, Desire.