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“Boone, are you okay?” Mal speaks softly, creeping up to tread lightly. I can see she wants to put her hand on him, but she hesitates.
“Do you know her?” I speak.
He looks at me and then Mal, his blue eyes steaming crimson, before standing upright and stalking off.
Mal turns to me, including Bedford. She places her hands on her hips. “What was that?”
I look at the screen of the women. Some history is there, nobody reacts to someone if they don’t know them personally. “Hell if I know, I was standing here the same as you.”
Mal’s head shakes, pointing at the screen. “He knows her, and if he does, she’ll be coming here for Venom. These women are bad news, Ronan.”
I’ll protect my brother and everyone in this damn facility. I’m not scared of no one. But they can try if they'd like to. More fun for me.
Mal eyes me, worry trickling all over her face.
I breathe heavily. I need to reassure her. She’s too much like a little sister to me. She’s more like family than my own damn brother. But I don’t want her worrying about me; that’s my job to worry about her, not vice versa.
“I’ll be fine. Stop worrying.” I place my hand on her shoulder, giving her a little shake. I’m not good at consoling, but that will do. She seems to relax her shoulders only a bit. Nodding her head slightly, she lets out a sigh of relief.
“I’ll remember what you said.” Referring to the promise we made before Anita arrived here.
“Of course.”
Chapter 17
Venom
Location:
Outskirts of Hollow City
Operation: Scope out Fred the idiot
The only reason—and I mean the only reason—I agreed to stay in his miniature apartment ducked in the creepy upstairs of that Academy is because I want to see these people dead just as much as he does. And I also meant what I said when I understood his reasoning behind holding me hostage in his home. That’s exactly what it is, even if you wrap it up with a pretty red bow and give it to me with a sexy smile.
Yes, the view is absolutely gorgeous, and the room is extremely accommodating. There’s nothing black and gloomy in there. It’s filled with cream and peach color, the most comfortable bed I’ve ever laid my head on and new feminine products were already in the bathroom with fresh linen and towels.
It’s like he was already expecting me to come and to be in this school. I stow away the churn in my chest. I don’t care about these people. Fuck them. I’m not here to make friends, nor am Ihere to make this place my home. However, the time has come to at least put that aside and handle this properly and end it with an unforgettable death of these assholes.
Hence, why I’m laying on dirt on top of a rocky hill, next to the man I’ve hated half my whole life.
Some things we just have to deal with.
“Exactly what I expected,” Ronan says, twisting the front of the binoculars. “There’s definitely more men.”
“We can take them.” I add in adjusting my position due to the rock jamming into my rib.
He continues looking into the binoculars. “Oh, I have no doubt about that,” he says low and dangerously.
I turn over to see he’s lowered the binoculars, adjusting it again with a creepy grin forming on his lips, the scar curling up. The brisk air caresses against my cheek as I play with my binoculars to keep my hands doing something besides poking his face.
It’s dark outside, but from how close we are I can see the shadows of scruff in his beard and the lushness in his lips.
The moment he turns his head to face me, I look away, quickly sensing he felt me searing into the beautiful side view of his face. Now I can feel him staring at me, my heart picks up an unnatural pace and I don’t like it, so I peer into the binoculars focusing on the building.
I think back to a few days ago on the miniature nighttime talk we conducted. It was strange but also interesting. I take that back. I basically told him to fuck off and obey the rules I set, but I still randomly envision his black sweatpants that hung freakishly perfect on his waist. The imprint was obvious. My breath catches and I shift once more.
Don’t think about it.