Venom & Glory Read online S. Williams, Shanora Williams (Venom #3)

Categories Genre: Dark, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Venom Series by Shanora Williams
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Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 84181 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 421(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
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His jaw ticks, and his throat bobs as he finally pulls his gaze away, like he can’t even stand to look at me. “I have nothing to say to you, Gianna.”

“Yes, you do. I’m sure you want to yell at me—or beat me. You can do whatever you want to me—punish me for days if you have to—do anything you want, as long as you talk to me! As long as I know there’s a way through this! As long as you’re not still angry with me!”

He frowns when my last sentence hits him. “Why wouldn’t I be angry with you?” he barks, voice harder, colder. “You disobeyed me! You didn’t fucking listen! I told you that motherfucker was no good, but you went behind my back and set him free anyway! And look what happened. My cousin—my only cousin and the only real family I had left other than my mother—died because of you. Because that no-armed fucker heard all about our plans, knew every fucking thing we were doing, and you set him free like a perra estupida!” Stupid bitch.

He gets closer to my face, baring his teeth now. I hold his gaze, barely breathing. I don’t even blink. I can’t. I’m stuck…shocked.

“You want me to talk to you—tell you how I feel? Fine. I’ll tell you what I feel,” he seethes, holding my eyes, his fierce and dark. “I never should have trusted you. I should have left your spoiled ass in that cell to fucking rot. It would have spared me all of the trouble and would have prevented all of the mess that I now have to clean up because of you. I never should have tried to love you.”

My heart nearly fails me.

He stands up straight again and walks by without another word. I stand there like the pathetic, useless girl I am. Draco isn’t known for walking away from his problems. He handles them and even owns them, but this time he refuses.

I can’t even turn to see him go. Though it’s nearly eighty degrees outside, I’m frozen all over.

My eyes sting, and I feel the unsteady emotions thickening in my throat, my breaths becoming labored. There’s a squeeze in my chest, a tug around my heart, like someone has lassoed it, pulling with all their might.

It doesn’t take long for me to realize where the pull is coming from. With each step he takes away from me, the pull is getting stronger and stronger.

With those words, he’s ripped my heart right out of my chest and, because he’s so hurt and misguided, he doesn’t even know it.

7

GIANNA

I decide not to go back to my room afterward.

I sit in the living room instead, staring through the spotless glass in front of me.

The sun is just rising now. Dusk is calling.

Someone shuffles by and I look up, spotting Patanza who is fully clothed. She’s tugging a pair of fingerless black gloves over her hands. Her face has a little more color to it now, but when she looks up, her eyes are still just as dark and dangerous.

She gives me a brief look with a slight frown before walking to the door and leaving the house, the door clicking shut behind her.

Sighing, I push out of the leather recliner and start to make my way to the room. I should try and sleep. I have no energy and I need to refuel, but my mind is thrashing with unwanted thoughts.

My body is yearning for him.

I can’t stand it.

I start to walk to my room, but stop at the door when I hear something crash. Brows narrowing, I pull my hand away from the doorknob to the bedroom, and walk toward the sound.

The crashing continues, getting louder with each step. I’m holding my breath when I see light seeping through the cracks of a door.

“Fuck!” Draco curses loudly, and I gasp, hurrying for the door. I grab the handle and push in, but there is another door ahead. It’s parted, so I can only see a sliver of what’s inside the room.

There is furniture made of black leather, mirrors on many of the walls, and glass tables. There are guns on a wall that I can see from this angle, and then Draco appears, walking by the door swiftly.

I hold back on a gasp, spotting his tall, broad figure. He’s shirtless, his skin and hair slightly damp, like he’s just finished taking a shower or a swim. A gun is in his hand, directly at his side, his finger wrapped around the trigger like he’s ready to fire it at any given moment.

My breathing becomes shallow as I watch him. I watch him curse. Watch him holler. I watch him unload the gun and dump all of the bullets on the floor, and then he flings the weapon, sending it crashing into one of the mirrors in front of him.



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