บททั้งหมดของ Venom's Plaything - A Dark MC Shifter Romance: บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

"You can go in," the guard said, nodding at Hardin. He had been called from the bar by Virus and now stood at the entrance, observing the scene. Virus had his tongue down a girl's throat, but he quickly dismissed her when he noticed Hardin."What am I here for?" Hardin asked coldly, his eyes narrowing.Virus smirked. "Why don’t you take a seat first?" He gestured to a chair. Hardin sat, his eyes scanning the room."I had to beg Venom a million times before he finally agreed to let me have you," Virus said, his smile widening. "But the decision is yours, of course. I can't force you if you're not interested."Hardin raised an eyebrow. "Have me? Why do you want me?"Virus leaned forward, eyes gleaming. "I like your vibe, Hardin. I think you'd be very useful to me."Hardin scoffed. "What if I don’t want to do it?"Virus shrugged. "That's up to you. But think about it. Working here means you can protect your sister. You can even get her out of here."Hardin’s expression softened slightly

The dimly lit room pulsed with the rhythmic thumping of music, the air thick with anticipation. Godfather Marco, Virus, and Venom sat in a plush, velvet-draped area, sipping fine scotch as they gazed out at the spectacle before them.The strip club's main stage showcased a mesmerizing performance, with professional dancers expertly entertaining the rowdy crowd. As the MC celebrated their recent victory in securing the money, the atmosphere was electric. Cheers and whistles filled the air, accompanied by the clinking of glasses and the occasional burst of laughter.The three leaders, however, were more subdued, their expressions a mix of satisfaction and calculation. Godfather Marco, resplendent in his ubiquitous tailored suit, nodded approvingly as he watched the performance, his eyes gleaming with a hint of pride. Virus, meanwhile, leaned back in his chair, arms crossed, a sly grin spreading across his face. Venom, ever the enigma, observed the scene with an air of quiet intensity, h

The pack had gathered in the training room as usual but the tension was as thick as a knife. Everyone had their own agendas going on. Stalker sidled up to Hardin causing him to roll his eyes. He knew Stalker wouldn't leave him alone now. She'd be on him like glue for the rest of the night. He had too much on his mind to deal with her tonight.On the other side of the room, Snake glared his way, thinking of all the ways she could make Hardin pay for what had happened earlier.Mauler couldn't stop eyeing Butcher, obviously attracted to him despite his violent attitude. But when he glared at her, she quickly averted her eyes.Blade leaned up against the wall and studied Stalker continuing to try to talk to Hardin. It’s clear to everyone that Hardin isn't interested. Clear to everyone except Stalker, of course.Sniper observes everyone, as always, knowing everyone's secrets but keeping his thoughts to himself."I heard we’re having a lot of guests tomorrow," Mauler says loudly."Yeah, ev

kay then," Roman said, settling a practiced smile on his lips, his dark eyes flicking to the gun on the table."With me. Now," Venom commanded Velia, who was trying to control the shivering in her limbs. She scurried after him, her eyes wide with fear. She didn't dare look behind her where the guests watched in surprise. Excited mumurs broke out over the showdown over the new slave. "Well, well. This party just got a lot more interesting," Rico chuckled, sipping from his drink. Rica rolled her eyes, her expression disapproving. "I don't think so," she said, shaking her head. As the party continued, Venom grabbed Velia's hand, pulling her along to meet his longer stride. He started dragging her toward his rooms, his MC members watching curiously. "What's going on?" Mauler whispered to Ghost as Velia was dragged past them. Ghost shrugged. They had gone to change after shopping and had missed the drama in the party.Snake watched from where she was standing, her eyes narrowed, furious

Her hand hovering over the phone, Velia debated whether to call the pack doctor. Venom's injuries were severe, and he needed medical attention ASAP. But something held her back. She remembered how he had kept his wounds hidden from the rest of the pack, always taking care of himself. Maybe he wanted to keep this a secret too.With a sense of deja vu, Velia searched the room and found a stash of medical supplied. She was lucky; Venom always prepared for the worst. She got to work, carefully removing the bullets from his body, including the one on his shoulder which was almost in the exact place the first bullet she had removed from him had been. Her hands trembled, but she focused on the task at hand.As she treated and bandaged each wound, Velia couldn't help but wonder why he had kept this from everyone. Last time, his enemies were hunting him. She could understand that. But now, they were surrounded by his pack. Could he possibly trust her more than the others? The thought sent a wa