Ivy's Venom (Whitsborough Progenies) by C.A. Rene (short novels to read .TXT) 📗

“Ivy…” he begins but struggles, “did you… you know… the… did you do it?”

“Not yet.”

“Not yet? But you’re going to?” His voice becomes hard.

“I’m leaning towards no.”

“Oh.”

“I should go. Please look after your family.” I implore.

“I will and please call me if you need me.”

I hang up the phone as I choke on my sobs. Everything feels like it’s about to fall apart, like the very ground I’m walking on is crumbling steadily behind me, and I am only inches ahead of the destruction.

 I don’t think I can stay ahead of it for too much longer.

He’s outside my house, I saw his undercover vehicle sticking out like a sore thumb, and when Ivy called to warn me, it solidified my suspicions. What’s pissing me off is that she’s worried about my family and that can only mean threats were made.

Now, I could go out there and storm his fucking vehicle, but I know about cops shooting first then asking questions later. I’m sure he would somehow be validated for shooting me dead and saying I attacked him, armed or not.

We don’t have fancy surveillance here and the alarm system on this house is hit or miss. Whitsborough is quiet and shit like this just doesn’t happen, an alarm system was never a priority. But the longer I’m here, I’m starting to question just how safe Whitsborough is and if it is as quiet as it seems.

I pace back and forth at my front door, trying to decide what is the best course of action, and one that won’t alert the girls or make them worry. Amelia is upstairs in her room, music blaring, and Shay is in the kitchen on the phone with Dad. He’s coming home in two weeks and the rehab is planning a party for him.

“Neil,” Shay pokes her head out of the kitchen doorway, “your dad says hello.”

“Hey.” I nod.

She crinkles her brow in thought but retreats into the kitchen. I don’t have time to think up niceties to say to my dad, I need to figure out this situation, and then I need to know what this cop has on Ivy. He obviously has something on her, or they converse regularly, or… no.

My back hits the wall and I scrub my hand down my face, am I crazy? Her and the cop? A man that’s old enough to be her father, who actually looks older than her father, and he has a daughter her age? Is he the other man?

How do I find that out? I look at my front door and decide the only way I can find out is to talk to one of them directly. Ivy has proven to me she keeps most things to herself and refuses to divulge any details.

That leaves me only one option.

It’s cold tonight, the wind cuts into your skin like the cold edge of a blade and leaves behind a numbing sting. I walk down my narrow driveway and turn onto my street, sure enough, the pig is still there in what looks to be a green Honda Civic.

As I near his car, I see him straighten in his seat, and reach for something from the passenger side. I need to play this safe because I don’t know him and I really don’t know his situation with Ivy nor how much he knows about me.

I stop in front of his window and he rolls it down, giving me a disgusted look.

“Why are you in front of my house?” I ask him, my voice level.

“I was told to keep an eye on you since you are affiliated with the Greenes.” He sneers on Ivy’s last name.

“I think my family and I should’ve been informed that we had protection detail. It doesn’t really feel safe to have someone sitting outside of your house and you don’t know what’s going on.”

“Protection detail?” He laughs and the sound is pure evil. “I’m not protecting you, I’m watching you to make sure you’re not stalking the oldest Greene daughter.”

“I see.” I feel my blood begin to boil and from this point on, there’s nothing I can do to stop the rage from exploding. “Well, I’ve been so deep inside of that girl on many occasions, her wet pussy gripped my cock as she screamed my name, and my balls slapped off her skin, I don’t think I need to stalk her.”

His face slowly turns different shades of red and finally settling on a dark almost purple colour, his scar a stark white. He has a firm grip on the steering wheel and his eyes are beginning to blacken with anger.

“Maybe the police have been chasing the wrong people, sounds like this may be someone that wants what they can’t have. I’ve had it and I will continue to have it.” I smile at him, my grin wide, showing my teeth. “Anyways, you have yourself a good night, it’s cold, you should’ve brought a coffee or something.”

I turn to head back to the house when his horn beeps quickly, I look over my shoulder and see him stick his head out of the window, “you should get checked for STDs, that girl has fucked everyone and I do mean everyone.”

He’s fucked her, too. I can see it in the smug look on his red face and I know he’s not lying. He’s the other guy and it takes every fiber of my being not to storm back there and rip him from that vehicle. My steps don’t falter as I walk back up my driveway, past my car, and back inside the house.

Once inside, I let myself crash, I let the hurt and disappointment spread from my heart outward as I sink to the floor. As I was falling in love with her, she was fucking a man old enough to be her father, and by the looks of things, probably still is. We fucked