House of Venom

Lace and Leather

AUTHOR'S NOTE

Hello, beautiful people!

Thank you for your time spent on reading my stories. I really hope you enjoy them and I'm always eager to know your thoughts, so don't forget to comment!

This story is a spin-off story from Diabolus book series. If you haven't read those, I highly recommend to do so! But if not, this story can be read separately as well.

Don't forget to tell me what you think!

Love, Vikki

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AARON DAVIS

I take another sip of the scotch, letting the liquid warmth travel down my throat like a trusted friend. The fireplace crackles in the background, its flames putting on a mesmerizing show. Like a ballroom dance, they move with grace and purpose, each tongue of fire competing to steal the spotlight.

But as I watch the inferno, memories of New York flood my mind. After leaving the gang it was the first time I did something so dangerous, alone. Two years ago, I set fire to a house of rape, unleashing a fury that had been simmering within me for far too long. It was the catalyst that propelled me forward, giving me the drive to eradicate every brothel in my path.

For four years, this has been my purpose. A mission that requires strength, cunning, and a willingness to get my hands dirty. From New York to Seattle, I've left a trail of destruction in my wake, bringing down these houses of sin one by one.

Yet everything is not as simple as it looks.

The journey has not been easy. Each brothel is a complex web of secrets and lies, a labyrinth that requires careful navigation. And even when I think I've found the heart of the operation, there's always a new layer to uncover.

The web of webs, a tangled mess of lies and deceit that seems to have no end. It's a labyrinth that I've been navigating for what feels like an eternity. But the deeper I delve, the more I realize just how complex this web truly is.

The one who manages the chain of brothels throughout the country is like a ghost, always just out of reach. For two years, I've been chasing shadows, trying to catch a glimpse of the elusive figure behind this web of corruption. But every time I think I'm close, he slips through my fingers like smoke in the wind.

"What's up, buddy?"

A soft smile plays on my lips as my faithful companion, Walter, nudges my hand with his velvety black nose. I can't help but chuckle as he nudges me again, his big brown eyes staring up at me with a mixture of affection and contentment.

I reach down to scratch behind his ears, feeling his warm, fuzzy head under my fingers. He lets out a deep, contented sigh and curls up by my feet, his thick fur radiating heat as he snuggles closer to the flickering flames of the fireplace.

I take a sip of my scotch and lean back in my armchair, watching as Walter's chest rises and falls with each gentle breath. The flames of the fireplace dance in his deep brown eyes, casting a warm glow over his fur and turning him into a beautiful, living work of art.

My thoughts slowly come back to my tasks, to my plan. To get inside, to be one of those animals who use women for their needs. But my needs won't be sexual. I have to find out who's behind it and take him down.

It's a frustrating game of cat and mouse, one that has left me exhausted and disillusioned. But I know that I can't give up. I promised myself.

I promised her.