(Book 1 in the Venom series.)
Zanos Zhukarti left all his jobs back in America and fled to Florence, Italy to escape it all. Now two years later, he is called by the FBI to come back and do some missions.
He flies back to be partnered with no one ot...
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-A rare moment of Zanos smiling.
Poisonous: Ch. 3
"I don't think we should touch him in that way."
"Why not? He wouldn't object to it. Maybe he'll like it."
"....I'm not sure."
I heard voices above me but I chose not to acknowledge them. I was too busy having a dream. A dream about my mother getting me my favorite animal, a Bengal kitten.
Ah, that would be the dream life to live.
"I'm just gonna pick him up and take him to his room."
"How'd ya manage to get 4 rooms separately?"
"I'm Alejandro Ivanov. That's how."
I felt myself being picked up bridal style, the person's right arm under my back and their right arm under my thighs. They were damn near my ass, but I was too tired to function.
"I hope he doesn't wake up and see that you're carrying him. That's a disaster waiting to happen." Someone chuckled from the side of me. "I doubt he will. Zanos is a really deep sleeper despite the fact he doesn't look like it. He can hear us talking yeah, but he can't figure out whose talking so I can use that to my advantage."
I scrunched up my subconsciously. How does this person know my sleeping habits?
".....you really know your stuff, don't you Ale?"
"I sure do."
I feel myself elevating as the person carrying me walked around, trying to get to their destination.
You see, I would open my eyes to see who was carrying me but you just don't normally go, 'Hey there's a sleeping person! Let's pick him up!' I had a feeling it was someone I knew, I just couldn't pinpoint who. I was so exhausted, my eyes refused to open.
I heard a ding that sounded like an elevator and winced at how loud it sounded.
"What room is he in?" Another foreign voice asked. I really should open my eyes to see who it was talking but I wanted to sleep.
"Room 331."
"That number has significance to you?"
"...yes."
I heard a click and a door was being opened. I smelt the aroma of a freshly cleaned hotel room. It smelled lemon and it felt cozy. I felt myself being placed on a comfy bed, with the covers pushed up on me and I fell into a deep slumber.
~ I jolted up with a deep vibrating in my pants. It felt so uncomfortable and I couldn't help but let out a loud groan, and the vibrations shattered my body.
"Oi, what the hell?" I reached into my pocket to pull out my phone, the vibrating buzzing in my hand to signal that someone was calling me.
