Sweet Is Revenge
by Victoria Rose
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Chapter One: FinallyRevenge,
I'll watch you bleed.
Revenge,
That's all I need.
Black Flag- Revenge lyrics
Decklin
Everyone else had forgotten for the most part. When they did remember it was with a laugh and a joke. Nobody cared that he had been killed. It was a relief, it was as if someone had squashed the pestering fly in the kitchen. He wasn't even a human being to them. They never cared. They should have slaughtered the bitch that had killed him. We are family, that is what family is supposed to do. If there is a traitor, get rid of them. That was protocol, but nobody followed it for that incident. Nobody was effected by it in any negative way, or so they thought.
If that was the truth, I wonder if anyone could explain to me why I watched my mother whither away to nothing as I grew into a man. Can anyone tell me why, a beautiful young woman died, quite literally, of a broken heart? They ripped not only my father's life away from him, but my mother's away from her as well. And in a sense, they had stripped me of my life too.
How do you explain to a four year old boy the evils of the world? How do you make him understand that there are bad people who kill without thinking twice? How do you tell him that one day, he would be one of those people? It is not a woman's job to do that. It's the job of the father, the male role in the family, to raise the son to be a warrior, fierce in battle, guarded in all situations, never trusting anybody but yourself. Instead I had my mother for that.
And she did a damn good job.
You would too, if you held so much bitterness in your heart. If you cried every single damn day for a man who would never be coming back. Sooner or later, that bitterness would creep up, and you would plan revenge too. That is exactly what my mother did. She formulated a plan, meant for me to follow through with. And I swore to her that I would.
Twenty years is a long time to wait. I had started searching for them when I turned twenty and was allowed access into files of our gang. I didn't have much luck. So I searched and hunted and came up short handed each and every time. I had to admit that Frances was good at his job. If there was anything that he didn't want anyone else to see, they wouldn't see it. But I refused to give up.
Finally, after searching every inch of the office, I came across a secret drawer in his desk, and there was the information I needed, among other things that I could use to my advantage to advance to the top when the time came. Nobody truly trusted me, because I was the spawn of the man who was possibly the worst leader ever known in the group. If he hadn't have gotten caught with his shady dealings, they would have thought he was the best. It's a shame how one slip up can change everything.
Four years of searching day and night, and finally I found her records. She really used the family to her advantage. They even paid for part of her fucking wedding to a man who was an enemy. What was so special about this woman that she could get everybody to bend over backwards for her? How could she get Frances, Donovan, and my father to break every rule we had for her? How could one person be so damn special? I was about to find out, before I killed her as mercilessly as she killed him.
I wasn't going to stop there though, that was the last step. No, I was going to kill her bastard of a husband, and her children before I killed her. She had a daughter, I could use that to my advantage. Make the daughter fall for me, get in good with the family, weasel my way into their lives and play the good guy. They would have no idea what hit them until it was too late. I smiled at the thought. Yes, the perfect plan.
Fortunately I had good looks on my side. I could make any woman fall for me, and I did. Granted, it was cruel of me because I was in no way looking for a serious relationship. Just a good roll in the bed. Women were no good for anything else. I also have a way with words. Empty promises are my specialty. Flattery, I've mastered it. Most guys would kill for talent like mine. Yes, their little girl would be completely corrupted before she died and the rest would follow.
The first thing I did when I found the information was to make copies so Frances didn't know I had been snooping again. I would not make the same mistakes as those before me and get caught. I wasn't that stupid. The second thing I did was visit my mother's grave and tell her all about it. I imagined she was looking down at me and smiling triumphantly. Finally someone was going to avenge her death and the death of her lover. There would be justice.
And then, wasting no time, I packed some clothes and other essentials and made my way to the family I'd been searching so long for. I blasted my music up, lit up a cigarette and smiled. They had no idea. I was brilliant. Absolutely brilliant.
Chapter Two: MundaneIt's a new day,
But it all feels old.
It's a good life,
That's what I'm told.
But everyday it all just feels the same.
Good Charlotte- The Anthem
Lillian
I woke up to my alarm, at seven am as always. I hit the snooze button for another fifteen minutes of sleep, as always. I swore up a storm when the alarm went off a second time, as always. I drug myself out of bed and into my bathroom, took a shower, dried my hair, put on my make up and got dressed… As always. Life is so mundane. Wake up, get ready, go to school, go home, sleep, repeat. Welcome to my life.
Weekends, those are the only things that change. Weekends make up my life. But partying gets so old, so fast. Same people, same guys who try to get in my pants, same drinks, same hang over, same music, same everything. It's all so redundant. Is there more to life than this? Please, tell me that there is.
Besides being bored out of my mind fourteen out of twenty-four hours of the day, I'm pretty happy with life. I have a good family, young parents who are still madly in love, a twin brother who is a pain in my ass with his over-protectiveness, but still decent, and a goldfish named Blue the Seventh, I can't keep anything else alive. One big happy family. I have nice clothes and a hot car, live in a big house and don't have to pay rent. I never will have to have a job, my dad's job, whatever it is, pays him well and he insists on providing for me. He doesn't like me going out more than I have to be, he says it's 'dangerous.' He would probably flip a lid if he knew I was going out and partying on the weekends, rather than staying the night at my friend Beth's house.
But I can't get over the feeling that something big is going to happen in my life, and by sitting around doing nothing, I'm missing out on a grand adventure. I want action and fun. I want my adrenalin pumping like it does when I'm at the shooting range. I want more. Is that so much to ask?
I had never been more happy to wake up on a Friday. Sure, I have college, but it's nothing too hard. I have no idea what I want to do with my life, so I'm just taking the general classes at our local college. I was just ready to party. Maybe that would cure some of my restlessness. So I packed my over night bag and trudged down stairs. No matter how excited I was, it was still morning and
I was not moving fast.
"Morning, beauty," came my mother's voice from the kitchen. I followed it and saw her sitting on the counter drinking some orange juice. She smiled at me. "One of these days you're going to wake up and find that you really are a morning person," she said. I rolled my eyes.
"How many years have you been saying that mom? And it still hasn't happened," I hopped up on the counter next to her, drinking the orange juice straight from the carton. She scowled at me.
"Don't be a heathen, get a glass," it's kind of humorous, in a way, talking to my mom. It sort of feels like talking to my reflection. Of course, she has almost two decades on me, but she has aged well. We look exactly the same, except for our skin tones. I inherited my dark skin from my dad. But everything else, my dark, wavy hair, teal eyes, to the bone structure and all around shape of my body is a clone of my mom's. I'm not complaining because she's gorgeous, I'm just saying it's weird.
"I don't back wash, if that's what you're worried about," I said, taking another gulp to annoy her.
"I'm not worried about that. I'm just thinking that deep down, I know you have some manners somewhere. You can start showing them by using a glass," she huffed. I smiled at her, taking another deliberate swig of the juice and wiping my mouth on my sleeve with a big "ah," afterwards. She sighed. "Are you twenty or twelve?" She asked. I leaned over and kissed her cheek.
"Have a good weekend mom, I'll be home Sunday," I said, ignoring her last remark.
"Stay out of trouble, I love you," she called as I walked out of the kitchen, making my way to my parent's room.
"Love you too, mom," I reached my dad's door and knocked. It's a rule in this house, always knock. You might not want to see what's beyond the door. I got no answer as was usual for the morning. Where my mom is a morning person, dad definitely isn't. I opened the door, setting my bag by it and running for the bed. I landed and bounced, making dad groan.
"You're lucky I love you, or I would shoot you," he groaned from underneath his arms. I laughed.
"You need a new line pops, you say that every morning," I leaned over and hugged his back, laying my head on his shoulder. He used one of his hands to try and pat my head, but couldn't reach.
"You going out again this weekend?" He asked, turning to lay on his side so he could give me a real hug.
"Uh huh, honestly, that's a stupid question."
"Well, maybe your old man's hoping that one day you'll decide you want to spend the weekend with him, we haven't gone to the shooting range in months," he yawned as he spoke.
"One, you're thirty-eight, hardly an old man. Two, we'll go. We can go on Sunday if you don't get one of those stupid mysterious phone calls," I hated his phone calls. I hated them to an extreme. No matter what he was doing, he'd have to drop it and go. I always wondered who called him and what he had to go do, but I didn't bother asking after I turned fifteen, I got the same answer every time. 'It doesn't matter.' It gets tiring after awhile.
"Alright, but I'm holding you to it. Maybe I'll even turn off my phone," he said. I raised my eyebrow at him, we both knew that wasn't true.
"Okay Dad, whatever. I love you," I kissed his cheek.
"Love you too babe. Do me a favor, tell my woman to make me some coffee," he said with a glint in his eye.
"Oh no, I've dealt with mom already this morning. I'm not going back. You make your own coffee, you know that's what she'll say anyway," I hopped off the bed as I heard him groan. I shut the door behind me.
"Hey loser, don't forget your bag," I heard my brother's voice behind me.
"Don't 'hey loser' me, you have no room to talk," I turned to face him as he threw me my bag.
"Do you have bricks in that damn thing Lil?" He asked as he rubbed his shoulder. I caught my bag with no problem.
"No Brian, they're called books, you should try reading one sometime. And I'm surprised it even weighed anything at all with all the steroids you've been pumping," my brother was built like my dad, tall and skinny, but he had muscle and it was starting to get a little overwhelming. When his lower arms are bigger than my thighs, that gets me worrying just a little bit.
"Shut up, I don't pump steroids, and I read a lot thank you," he crossed his arms and pouted.
"I know. Anyway, I'm going out for the weekend, you should do something constructive while I'm gone, like going to a tanning booth you albino," unlike me, he had inherited our mother's pale skin with my father's everything else. He hated it, but the girls seemed to like it. The new hot look was pale skin with dark hair I guess, and he did have dark hair and dark eyes, so he was set. That didn't mean he liked it at all. So I messed with him every chance I got.
"Get the fuck out of here," he said waving his hand as to shoo away an unwanted visitor. I smiled up at him.
"I love you B- Bear," I said in a baby voice. He glared at me.
"Yeah yeah, love you too," he said before stalking off. He was too easy.
As I walked out my door that day, I didn't know that the adventure that I wanted would be just around the corner. I didn't know that I would meet somebody who would change my life forever. I didn't know that I'd actually have to use my skills with a gun eventually. No, I didn't know that at all. And I'm sure if I did, I would have taken everything back about life being mundane.
Chapter Three: The ClubHe's plotting his crime
With stealth and care.
Wargasm- Revenge
Decklin
It took me a couple hours to get to the town that they lived in. When I got there, I was not impressed. It was so small. I had always been a city man myself. Luckily they did have a grand hotel, if I would have had to stay in a dingy motel I would have shot myself before I even got to the family. I was way too good for that. After I checked in I drove around the town, getting used to my surroundings. I was driving past the house that I was looking for, the house that had the murderer of my father living in it, when I saw a car pull into the driveway. I slowed down a bit to watch the person get out.
It was a girl. Holy shit, just looking at her made my blood get hot. She was a small thing with a great body. She had hips and a butt that was made for grabbing, for sure. Her waist was thin and she was well endowed. Her legs went on for miles it seemed like on her small body. She had tan skin and dark hair that went down to the middle of her back in waves. I couldn't see her face, but if it looked as good as the rest of her body I would not have a problem with what I needed to do at all. I would definitely work at getting a free fuck out of the thing before I killed her.
I drove back to my hotel to get some rest before I started planning. But as I laid on the bed images of a certain girl came to my mind. Hell if I was going to get any sleep. My whole body was rigid with desire. After twenty minutes I gave up on the cat nap and went to take a cold shower. How was I going to play the nice guy when I already wanted to jump her?
I could skip the whole "nice guy" routine and just take her as my own, and then get rid of her, before moving on to the rest of the family. As good as that sounded, I knew it wouldn't work. They had the other side on their team. And I'm sure the girl along with her family were all trained. They had to be for the life they lived. No, that would be suicide. I hit the wall of the shower. I had to think of something.
My brain was not working though, I was thinking with a much lower part of my body. I decided to go out clubbing that night. I'd find an easy girl and get that part of my body satisfied, then I could move ahead with my original plan. I'd play the perfect gentleman at day and appease my lust at night. It was a perfect plan.
I dressed in my best clubbing clothes and spiked my blonde hair, making sure it had the messy look, I guess that women found it sexy. I grabbed my wallet and keys and was out of there. It didn't take long to find the club, as in the only club in town. And what an original name it had, "The Club," this place was just amazing. Please, note the sarcasm.
There wasn't even any valet parking so I parked across the street. I made sure to lock my doors and headed ins
ide. After getting ID'd I made my way over to the bar and ordered a drink. I turned to watch the crowd, scoping out my options. For such a small town, there were a lot of hot girls. But none of them compared to the tiny one I saw earlier.
Speaking of her, she walked in not too long after I did. She was dressed in tight skinny jeans and a halter top that hugged her magnificently and showed off her stomach… Let me tell you, she had abs that competed with mine, and a ring in her belly that sparkled under the lights. Her hair was down and in perfect waves. I finally got a look at her face and I was not disappointed. Her cheek bones were high, lips full and smiling, showing off a perfect set of white teeth, and her eyes were huge and bright, a pretty sweet aqua color. She was perfect.
I was not the only guy who noticed her by any means. As soon as she walked through the door more than ten guys approached her, offering to buy her drinks and wanting a dance. I smirked as she turned down every one of them. No competition, just how I liked it. I called over to the bartender.
"Do you know that girl?" I asked, motioning towards her with my head. The guy whistled and laughed.
"Oh yeah man, that there is Lillian Costa. A fine piece of ass if I've ever seen one. She's as closed up as an out of business building though. She turns down every guy who approaches her," I nodded, barely listening as I watched her make her way toward a group of girls. She walked so gracefully it was amazing she wasn't floating.
"You know her favorite drink?" I asked, still not looking at him.
"Sure do, but I wouldn't waste your time buying her drinks. You won't get anything from that one," he said with a laugh.
"I wouldn't bet on that, plus my intentions are purely innocent," for now, but he didn't need to know that.
"Alright, I'll send one her way. Want me to tell her who it's from?" I did take the time to look over at him this time. My look clearly said 'are you a fucking idiot?' He laughed again. "Alright buddy, good luck," he wandered off to make her drink and I watched as he delivered it. He pointed over to me and I saw her look with an eyebrow raised. I smirked and nodded at her once before turning around, facing the bar.
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