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“I might not be able to remove that assholes dick just yet,”I tell my alters as I speed down the road.“But I’ll be sure to let King know that I will be the one to finally end his life.
“By ripping his dick off and shoving in his mouth?”Miles asks.
“Yep,”I reply.
“Well, at least that’s something to look forward to,”Xander says.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Sophia
My guard, whose name I learned is Gideon, has been on his knees at the end of the bed just looking between my legs.
“Father says I can’t touch you yet,” he says. “But I spent a long time making plans for you, Seven. It won’t be long now. I wonder if I’m allowed to let you suck my dick?”
“Try it and see what happens,” I dare. “I don’t know if it’s physically possible to bite off a dick but stick that nasty thing in my mouth and we’ll quickly find out.”
“She’s feisty,” Malachi laughs.
Suddenly, the sound of bikes, many of them, fills the air.
“I thought you said he would show up on his own?” Gideon says, his voice slightly raised.
“I didn’t think he would risk his whole family,” Malachi says. “Hold on. I’ll take care of it.”
He leaves the room but I hear him opening the front door before yelling, “Only Venom can come in. The rest of you will stay where you are. One move towards this door and my men have orders to shoot you dead.”
“Where the fuck is my woman,” I hear Travis shout.
I bask in the fear on Gideon's face as Travis storms into the room.
“Fuck, baby,” he says, coming to my side. He pulls the blanket out from beneath me and covers me up.
“You don’t look nearly as afraid as you should,” Malachi tells him. “You do know that you’re not leaving here alive, right?”
“But she is,” he says, working on freeing my hands.
When they’re both free, I pull the blanket further around me and work on one foot while Travis does the other one.
“Wait, you said I could keep her, father,” Gideon whines.
“I made him a deal, son,” Malachi says. “He knew all along it was his life for hers.”
“But father.”
“Quit whining like a little bitch,” Malachi yells. “Geeze, I wish your mother took you with her when she killed herself all those years ago.”
Ouch.
“I’m taking her out to my brothers and they’re taking her away from here,” Travis says, lifting me into his arms.
“I got you, baby,” he whispers when I yell out from the pain in my head at the sudden change in elevation.
“She can walk out while you stay put,” Malachi says.
“Fine,” Travis says.
“I don’t want to leave you,” I tell him.