"I understand you, Poison," was Venice's word she got from Athena. She should understand others what they're into so they know she's a good person to be trusted or believed to. "We're still the same, under some lunatic powerful being, they can do what they want because they hold our necks, threaten our family. Just how you did to Netheniel. He's in your hand. You want someone to feel how you feel too, don't you? Why do you do that? Then you want us in your grip too, right?"
Poison chuckled. "You're smart, Flavus. How did you think such a thing like that? I didn't even think of that idea but I'll do that."
"No problem, Hope." That's what Venice called Poison when they were in the gangster world tournament many years ago. She saw Poison stunned by what she said.
"Hope," Poison said with b
