Venom Venom runs through my veins the same way ice freezes to the midst of winter. I’m not a man to be crossed, nor one to be played with. Danger comes swirling around the club and I do what it takes to keep the targets off my brother’s backs. I’ve killed in war and I have no problem doing it again, whenever the day might come. When a blast from the past lands on my doorstep, I’m not sure what to say, or what to do. I have two options right now—bring her in, or show her the door. That is, until she steps aside to show me my prize. Either way, the prize will always be mine.