Venom's Secret (Iron Vex MC Book 4) by Elizabeth Knox (guided reading books .txt) 📕

my good time tonight. Whatever it is, I hope she gets on with it.” Muffler grunts while Chuckles gets a kick out of it.

“Relax, she doesn’t need to be back in my bed until nine in the mornin’. You can have your fun with my ol’ lady for the night, brother,” Chuckles cackles. I don’t know how some people are cool with swinging, but it’s what the Iron Vex MC is known for. Apparently, it’s gone back to Boss’ grandfather. He started the tradition and it’s stuck throughout the years.

Hoodrat’s the last person to take his seat before Boss comes in, and the prospects don’t have a place in church so they stay downstairs. Boss shuts the door behind her and immediately goes over to her seat with a serious look on her face. “I just got a call from a friend. Turns out Dex was in Boston with one of the guys from the Reapers. They know what’s goin’ on with the cult, so I gave ‘em a heads up to keep their eyes open in their territories. Well, Dex and Axel saw some shit that was worrisome. I paid Beretta Bosco to go take a look and—”

“Why the fuck you payin’ her to go check shit out? You could’ve sent one of us,” Hoodrat pipes up, and honestly, I didn’t expect him to ever cut in and interrupt Boss like that. If anyone was gonna do it, I expected it to be Muffler. He’s the resident asshole after all.

“Stay in your lane, brother,” Omen grits, not appreciating the disrespect. Omen’s the VP, so he’s Boss’ right-hand man.

Boss’ nostrils flare and I can tell she’s about to lose her shit on him. Yet, somehow she maintains some composure. “They know what we did to their leader. What makes you think they wouldn’t skedaddle at the sight of our cuts? It was smarter for me to send an ally of the club.”

Hoodrat clenches his jaw and starts to speak, but his tone is callous as hell. “I d—”

“Watch your fuckin’ tone,” Omen snarls, but Boss motions with her hand for Hoodrat to continue.

“I don’t think we need to be involvin’ outsiders in club shit,” Hoodrat states.

“I can respect your opinion, but that’s all it’ll ever be Hoodrat. I’m the president of this club, so at the end of the day it’s my decision. If you have a problem with that you can walk out the fuckin’ door,” Boss states clear as day and the entire room goes quiet.

“They’re targeting college kids again?” I speak up, trying to cut through the tension in the room. Little does anyone here know the firsthand knowledge I have with this cult. One day I might fess up and tell them, but it won’t be today.

Boss nods at my statement. “Yes, the same as they’re doing down in Virginia.”

They lure in the ones with no family, the ones who need something, who’re searching for some sort of comfort that they’ve never been able to find. That’s the type of people they end up recruiting into their ranks, with false promises and much more. It’s only the tip of the iceberg, and by the time they’ve been brainwashed they forget about the false promises that were made to them. I only know because of my experiences and what I’ve witnessed, but unlike so many I was able to snap out of it.

“They’re tying them into the cult again, getting them deep in their roots,” I murmur, but it’s so low I don’t think anyone heard me. I pray no one did, because I just fucked up. I shouldn’t have even let that shit through my lips.

Boss draws her brows together as she looks at me. “Tying them how?”

“Maybe marriage, children, probably using the things they love as leverage. Think about it, how else would an organization like them last this long?”

The entire room stays quiet and Boss nods her head slowly. “Makes sense. Venom brings up a good point, we need to look further into their history, see what else we can discover about them without alerting them we’re onto a couple of their operation points. We have confirmed sightings or repetitive behavior in a few states now.”

They work like a hydra. You cut off one head, and ten more will appear. Boss quickly switches the topic of discussion and I hope my slip up goes unnoticed, but as I glance up, I notice one man has his eyes on me, and I’m not sure if it’s because he fucked me in the stairwell earlier, or if it’s because he heard what I said.

Chapter Eleven

Ricochet

It’s been a week since Venom and I fucked in the stairwell at the club, and to say shit’s been easy between us would be a lie. Now don’t get me wrong, we’re still goin’ to Frank’s gym and over to Mamie’s every day, but there are a lot of lingerin’ stares and silent moments between us. The last real chemical reaction we had was a week ago, and ever since I haven’t stopped thinkin’ about the way I had her pinned up against the wall.

Even now, I’m sittin’ at a bar while she and Reno are finishin’ up a job. Her bike’s gettin’ some new specs so I offered to take her home tonight. Hell, not like I was gonna let Reno offer. I know where his fuckin’ head is at.

We’ve shared dinner a few times over the last week and in doing so I’ve learned a little bit more about her, more than I’ve ever known. She ended up tellin’ me she’s from a small town in rural Kansas, and her first name’s Vanna. Gettin’ the information from her wasn’t easy though. She didn’t want to give it up, which put a sour taste in my mouth. The woman knows almost everythin’ about me and yet couldn’t share something as simple as her first name? Fucked up if you ask me.

Still, somethin’ doesn’t feel right. I