Page 76 of Venomous Kiss
Dear Diary,
Seems I did the one thing I said I would never do again…
I got married.
Though I feel something was missing.
I wasn’t there.
xox
Did he just call me his wife?
Surely not?
Soren’s grip tightens in my hair, and I know for a fact he has already pulled some pieces out. I can feel the burning on my scalp and trickles of blood running down my neck at the back.
“Wife?” Soren scoffs. “Do you think I’m a fool?” He pulls me up now, so I’m standing.
My eyes find Reon’s, and I see he is the only one without his mask.
“You have to the count of three before I put this axe in whoever fucking touches my wife again. One.” He lifts the weapon, and Soren releases my hair. Instantly, my hands go to my sore head. I try not to shed any tears as my hair comes out in clumps, and I can feel the warmth of blood on my hand. “I’ll let you live, for the sole fact you didn’t know she was my wife, but don’t think for a second, even one fucking second, that if any of you touch my wife again, I won’t fucking end you all.”
Someone steps up behind me, and I flinch as they touch me. I try to step away, but he reaches for my arm, and I feel a stab of pain. Glancing down, I see a small knife sticking out of my arm, and when I look up at him, I can tell by the look on his puzzled face that he didn’t intend it to just hit my arm. It didn’t go in deep, but it still hurts like a bitch, just like the rest of my body.
“Ouch.” I spin to face the man as he goes to reach for me again, but as he does, something whizzes past my face and straight into his. I watch in shock when his head cracks in half as the axe embeds itself into his face. If I had a weak stomach, I’m sure I would be sick right about now.
Footsteps and yelling echo around me. Reon approaches the body on the ground at my feet, places his foot on the dead man’s chest, grasps the handle of his axe, and pulls it free.
“Time to go,” he says to me.
“This is our Hunt, Reon. Don’t do this,” Soren says.
Reon looks past me to Soren, his eyes narrowing as his mouth thins into a deadly line.
“How do you like your face?” Reon asks him. “Would you care for me to rearrange it like Benji’s?” He raises a brow. “Or maybe Hank’s?” he adds.
“Where is Hank?” Soren asks. He goes to reach for me again, but Reon tsks at him loudly before he turns to me and offers his hand.
“Caterpillar, come.”
I do as he says. He immediately removes his jacket and places it over my shoulders. I wrap it around me for as much warmth as I can possibly get, while he pulls me in with one arm, the other wielding his axe.
“Where is Hank?” Soren asks again.
“The Hunt is complete. Two kills have transpired,” Reon says, eyeing Soren and the rest of the group before his gaze returns to me. I grunt when he touches my arm, and he loosens his grip on me.
“I’ll kill her,” Soren says.
“You will do no such thing. She is my wife.”
“Liar,” Soren screams.
“She is. Check the records, Soren. You should know better than to play games with me. Did you really think I would go down easily? She even wears my necklace,” Reon says calmly, and I glance down at the necklace that somehow is still on me through all of this.
“Watch your words,” Soren warns.
“Go fuck your sister and leave me out of your fucked-up shit,” Reon snarls.
