Venomously Yours,

19.Tracking Yours Truly

Where is she?

Phoenix had already called the constable of Portmagee. After an entire search all over the island, doubling the search parties. He had no trace of her.

Leaving him the final resort. The three of them had to be on the ship.

When he tried to reach the captain, the signal had waned. Slamming his cell down, he called for Sally.

Where the fuck is she?

Andrea had disappeared which meant she was in on this. He didn't fully grasp how they left the building when it struck him after.

The delivery van.

It's the only thing that comes and goes out of the prison under the guard's jurisdiction.

This hinges on two possibilities.

One, they blackmailed Rodney and made him to their bidding.

Second, if they had received help from Rodney, it would mean he would disappear soon. He would not linger around waiting for Phoenix to catch him.

Only way to get her was in Portmagee. As a warden it was made on the authorities to recapture the walk-away escapes and return them to their original detainers.

Wearing his coat, he told Sally. "I'm going to Portmagee. Send in the associate warden till then. I will not come back without getting back my prisoner."

"Prisoners you mean, sir." Sally said, unsure.

He swung a look at her. "I know what I said."

Shoving her aside, he strode down to his jeep. A black Mitsubishi Pajero Sport. Getting in, he took the wheel and turned the key to start the engine.

As he rode the narrow steep lane that headed straight to the docks, he began to ruminate.
She lied to him. Escaped from prison. Worst of all, she left ...him.

Not an ideal situation but after yesterday, Phoenix has lost himself. As if lost his ever living soul to her. He was vibrating without resisting Valora. When she sucked him, it felt like she was devouring him like a snake taking on a whole deer.

Slobbering between his legs as she ran her wet pussy on his chest. Holding his hand there, it constricted painfully. He had never seen anything like that. Never had a girl rubbing her slickness all over him. Leaving a trail of her cum on him was like a mark to him. She was marking him as hers.

Why did that besot him? He hated her. He resented the being she was. She was everything he fought against. It agitated him, making him frustrated enough to remind him that she left him high and to the point of latching onto her before she could run away, demanding her to finish him off.

I will come for you. Track you down, Valora. Mark my words.

Nearing the docks, he stepped on the accelerator. Clearing the passage, his car headed into the ship.

The sky was merging into the lavender watercolor memories. The beauty of it blanched his emotions, making him char blackness. Should be his favorite but not now.

Shut the fuck up. You don't care for her. She is your prisoner. She escaped you.

He stopped when the car in front halted. Few cars surrounded them, with people getting off and headed to the ship's deck. He opened his own front door, moving out to the railing of the ship.

Massive wind was roaring, hitting his face and hair. The sea hurdling and jostling the sides of the ship. The air was sulphuric. He did his best to keep his insides from leaking out.