╰┈➤ 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭: 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘦

𝐈𝐒𝐋𝐀 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐀 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍, 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐂𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐑.

She was twenty eight for fucks sake. She knew she couldn't run from her problems forever, she wasn't Poppy. So, she expected this conversation to occur eventually, she just wasn't expecting it to go this way.

"YOU'RE SUCH A DICK."    "EVERYDAY I WAKE UP AND I HOPE YOU'RE DEAD."

Isla quickly grabbed a lamp from her bedside table, launching it at the taller man's head.

"GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HOUSE O'HARA." Miguel dodged the lamp, ignoring the sound of it clashing into the wall behind him. "NOT UNTIL WE FIX THIS." "WE ALMOST DID, THEN YOU INSULTED VENOM." "CONTROL YOUR FUCKING DOG YOU MONSTER." "DOG? YOU RUN ON ALL FOURS AND GROWL AT PEOPLE."

"TE ODIO, TE ODIO MUCHO." "THE FEELINGS' MUTUAL" He grabbed a hold of one of her vases launching it at her head, she dodged it swiftly, glass shattering behind her.

"DON'T BREAK MY STUFF ASSHOLE." "YOU ATTACKED ME FIRST YOU TWISTED PUTA." Isla quickly snatched her tv remote off the couch throwing it at his chest.

Miguel looked at her unimpressed, "Really?" "Is it my fault you're a fucking tank? Be normal for once." He rubbed a hand over his face. "Okay let's talk this out like adults." Isla crossed her arms, pushing up her chest in the process, "We were being adults until you had to be a fucking asshole."

She huffed turning her back to him as she began to walk to the kitchen, Miguel following closely on her heels. "Look I'm sorry Isla, I came here to sort this out. We pretend the kiss never happened and everything goes back to normal. Alright?"

Isla pulled a container of fresh cut mangoes out of the fridge, slowly taking a bite as she looked him up and down. "Fine. Now, get out of my house." "Well that's another thing, Love's pissed at us." "Us? Nah, Love loves me." Miguel rolled his eyes, grabbing a mango slice out of her bowl. Isla slapped his hand away.

"Well, she's pissed with having to be the one to deliver messages when we could just talk to each other." "Seeing your face ruins my day and when my day is ruined, Venom's dad is ruined and when Venom's day is ruined, Poppy's day is ruined and when Poppy's day is ruined, everyone's day is ruined." A playful smile painted her face, as she leaned against the counter, staring at the agitated man in front of her. "So really, Love is benefiting the greater good." She shoved another piece of mango between her plump, rose colored lips.

Miguel watched her slowly chew her fruit before she licked the juice off her lips. He cleared his throat, "Yeah but she's fifteen and she's pissed. We're supposed to be the mature ones and settle any dispute we may have instead of dragging a child into it.

"Aww, you really do love her." Isla cooed turning her back to open her wine cabinet. Miguel snatched a mango whilst her back was turned.

"I don't, im just being practical." Isla hummed, turning around with a bottle of rosé and two glasses. "Keep telling yourself that pretty boy." Miguel shook his head, reminders of Poppy's teasing began to flood his memory. "Even when she's not here, she follows me." "It's actually hilarious that you're scared of someone more than a foot shorter than you." "I am not scared of her." "She's right behind you." Miguel whipped his head around, frowning as he turned back around. Isla was laughing as she poured the wine into the two glasses, sliding him one.

"Alright, for the sake of everyone, we act like we like each other, but deep down we know that we despise one another," she took a slow sip of her wine. "Sound like a plan?"

Miguel nodded, "Sounds fine." He took another sip. The two stared at one another as they both continued drinking in dead silence.

A sharp knock on the door scared Isla, causing her to spill her wine down the front of her shirt. "Fuck!" She shouted, putting down her wine, frantically searching for a dry cloth.

"Can you go get that?" She asked as she aggressively dabbed the wet spot. Miguel nodded, making his way towards her door.

He slowly twisted the door knob, in front of him stood a shorter man in uniform, "Package for Isla Ramirez." He said looking down at his sheet before looking at the person in the door way.

He slowly began to tilt his head up at the man in front of him, shaking slightly. Miguel smirked at this, "I'll take that. Grabbing the package out of his hand, he began to close the door. "Wait, you have to sign for th-"

The door slammed shut.

"It was a package." Miguel called I got the apartment, observing the small box in his hand. He craned his head up, almost dropping the item out of shock.

There she stood, her shirt off as she continued to eat her mangoes. Miguel looked at her stunned, her supple breasts practically pouring out of her bra as she continued to munch away.

He cleared his throat, "I'm still here Ramirez." She paid no mind to him, as she continued to slowly snack away at her fruit.

"I'm aware, I told you to get out, this is my house." She quirked an eyebrow, "I can do what I want."

Miguel held the box closer to his chest, eyes trained on her chest. "Yes, but I thought you'd have a good grasp on the concept of modesty." Isla smiled mischievously.

"Don't act like you're not liking what you're seeing." Miguel let out a strained sigh.

"Fuck," he groaned, 

"This is your fucking fault Ramirez."

𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐍 𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐎𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐀𝐋𝐂𝐎𝐇𝐎𝐋.

Isla moaned as his hands gripped her thighs. The remains of her jeans littered the floor as, the cold marble of her kitchen counter kissed her bare thighs.

"You did this." He growled, his lips ghosting over hers, he removed his hand from her thigh, reaching up to grab her breast. "Fucking tease." Isla smiled, cupping his face and pulling his lips to hers. "You're so easy." She mumbled.

He pressed sloppy kisses from her cheek down to her neck. His fangs scraped her skin slowly, Isla hissed. "Aren't those posionous?" "Only when I want them to be, cariño." She felt him smirk against her skin before, sucking it slowly. Isla groaned running her hands through his hair, her finger tapped his chin, slowly raising his head up.

His eyes were full of lust and irritation as her painted finger slowly traced his features. "I hate you." She muttered, Miguel chuckled, grabbing the lacy material of her bra, tearing it to shreds.

"I hate you too Isla."

LOVE SPEAKS!

I can't even proofread this because I'm ashamed of what I have done.  Edit: I also just realized that the whole "she's right behind you." bit doesn't make sense to those of you who didn't read Killshot. So that's your sign, you have to read the whole thing (it's in the first part of chapter 2)