Revenge is an euphoric thing. Trust me on this. Nothing compares to the release you get when you ruin someone’s life. When they’ve stolen important things. Things that didn’t belong to them. Things I revel in making them pay for.
What? Have I offended you? I’m not here to appeal to your delicate senses. I have no intention of placating your wishes or living within your personal belief system nor do I care if you hate me. And you will hate me. Because I’m a brutal, savage, cold-blooded murderer and I’m here for my revenge.
I’m Ethan Moonsong…And this is the story about how I went from the world’s most sacrificing man to the most feared and why I wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world.
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“Did I stutter, Moonsong?” she asked with fearsome eyes.
I fought a small smile then shook my head to defeat it.
“Listen,” I began and her eyes narrowed into fine slits. “I’m not here to bring you home.”
She leaned back on her heels when I said this. I hadn’t realized she’d reached up on her toes. She looked like she was ready to sock me right in the mouth.
“You’re not?” she asked, still seething.
“No, I’m here to help you. Seriously. I figured if you wouldn’t come home, I’d come to you.”
Her hands went to the top of her head which, from what I remembered in high school, was a bad sign. “Help me? What are you doing here, Ethan? There was a very real reason I didn’t tell you very many details. I didn’t want anyone interfering here. I made it clear multiple times with you in Kalispell and on the phone that I needed to do this alone. It’s none of your business!”
My blood began to boil and my hands found my hips. I leaned over her and she had to strain her neck to look up into my eyes but she stayed stalwart much to my delight, though I wasn’t gonna tell her that.
“Yeah, well, when you go traipsing off, doing extremely dangerous things, I make it my business, Fin! Now I’m not saying I’m gonna make you come home. I realize what a douche I was in asking that of you and I’m sorry for that, but you can’t expect me to stand by while you risk your life! I’m gonna stay whether you like it or not. Just as I can’t make you do what you don’t want, you can’t make me. If you want me gone, you’re gonna have to drag me out of here!”
I lifted my arms, palms out, beckoning her to try it.
Finley took a deep, scary breath then pushed me as hard as she could, shocking me, despite the fact that she didn’t even move me an inch. She crawled up my body with her legs and wrapped her arms around my neck trying as hard as she could to drag me down. I had no idea what she was trying to accomplish and thought it was hilarious so I started laughing which pissed her off even more and she worked doubly hard to bring me down.
“Come on, you big bastard, why won’t you fall!” she said, making me laugh even harder.
She punched me in the shoulder in response, tugging at my clothing and attacking me with every means possible. Her nails dug into my shoulders a little and I winced but tried not to show it. She fell back to the ground, huffing and puffing from her effort, then kicked me in the foot, which earned her a gigantic smile. She fought a grin of her own.
“Stop it, you jerk!” she yelled, swiping a bombshell wave from her face. That grin she fought was starting to crack through and she bit her bottom lip to keep it from slipping further.
I started chuckling again which enraged her and she went for me again, shuffling her feet back and forth, pathetically throwing punches at me. I caught each one without any effort at all but after about ten I’d had enough. I grabbed both her hands, spun her back into me and pulled her arms around herself in a sort of restraint. Her hair draped in her face and with each breath, a strand would tumble away from her face gracefully.
Laughing, I whispered in her ear, “Are you done?”
She huffed. “No,” she stubbornly bit, making me smile.
I looked over at the tea shop window and noticed the old man and young girl watching us. The old man didn’t look pleased, with his arms crossed in front of his chest but the girl looked at us with the slyest grin on her face. Finley noticed it too.
“It’s not funny, An!”
The girl laughed like that’s exactly what it was, which I agreed wholeheartedly. She led the older man away from the window, and I turned back to my prisoner.
“I’m going to let you go, Fin. Are you going to hit me if I do?”
“Yes,” she admitted with edge.
“Fine,” I told her, gripping her arms tighter. Not enough to hurt her but enough to make her uncomfortable. I’ll admit it out loud, I liked the power I held over her. I’d never harm her but I did get a kick out of how much it bugged her. For some reason, I liked to get under her skin. Childishly, I wanted under hers the way she’d delved beneath mine. I wanted some sort of sign of agitation from her, anything that showed me I affected her. I’d take whatever, just to know I stirred her in any small way. “You can just stay in this position then.”
She stamped her flip-flop clad foot on top of my boot, causing me to snort to which she whipped her head my way. Her eyes narrowed. “I’m no longer a fan of yours,” she told me.
I don’t know why I did it but I leaned forward, resting my forehead against her temple. “Yes, you are,” I told her. “You’re putting up this fuss, but I know how scary this all is for you. I can see it in your eyes, Fin. You’re glad I’m here but you’re too proud to admit it.”
“Am not,” she maturely retorted.
“Are so,” I played along.
“Are. Admit it and I’ll let you go,” I also maturely said.
“Never. Not if we have to stand here all night,” she gritted.
“Fine,” I said, unexpectedly spinning her out. She stumbled, but I caught her in my arms.
She pursed her lips. “You’re a pain in my rear.”
“Yeah, well same goes.”
She straightened out her clothing and shoved her hair away from her face before looking me dead in the eye.
“Ethan, I don’t like that you’re here.”
“That may be, but I guarantee you’re still glad I’m around.”
“That makes no sense.”
“It makes perfect sense to me, Fin. You can dislike something yet still see the good it can do for you.”
A muscle in her jaw ticked. “Get on the bike,” she ordered.
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