Phoenix's Revenge

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Phoenix POV

I feel myself being carried out to the beach. I panic for a second, realizing we're just in our underwear, then it hits me that this is our fucking island.

You must have bomb pussy.

True.

I look up at him as he carries me with a large towel thrown over his shoulder. The weather is perfectly warm as the sun sets and the waves lap the shore.

He sets me down on my feet as he spreads out the towel. I sit on it and he sits next to me as we stare out into the sunset.

The whole thing is so serene that I can't stand it. My feelings start to catch up with me. It's been my mission to out run my thoughts which has been pretty easy this far. Nikolai reaches over and grabs my hand tightly. I look over at him as his mismatched eyes shine in the sun.

We sit in silence until the sun goes down, both of us lost in thought.

"I'm sorry." He says, finally breaking the silence.

My head snaps towards him because what could he possibly have to be sorry about?

I look closer and realize there are tears streaming down his face. The look in his eyes is the look of a broken man.

"I tried, Phoenix. I really did and I'm so sorry. I'd take all your pain in a heartbeat. A heartbeat." His hand comes up and wipes his eyes.

"Fuck. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make this about me."

I sit in shock at his display of emotion as my own tears fall.

I quickly move to straddle his lap and take his face in my hands. His tear filled eyes meet my own. I dip my head down and kiss him. Tender and soft, not needy at all. Our tears mix as we pull apart.

"I love you, Nikolai. Please know that I don't blame you. You have nothing to be sorry for."

He looks down as he tries to get his tears to stop then looks back up at me.

"He'll pay. They all will."

I nod my head with a small smile. All of the emotions of that day come back with a vengeance and I completely break down in his arms for the first time. I let him hold me as I sob.

That's what we do. We sit, I cry and he holds me.

And it's perfect.

...

We spend a few days lounging around on the island and relaxing. We play games, swim and fuck.

A lot of fucking.

Hehe.

It's finally time to return home and we do so with a newfound sense of healing. We walk hand in hand to the tarmac and get on the jet.

Our hands stay clasped until we land again.

...

"I've got it!!" Tommy screams through the house.

We all jump up and run to the software room where he has been tirelessly searching for Gonzo and Mr. Petrov.

"No way." I whisper.

We all stare in amazement as we watch the two evil men walk into a bar in a small town in Italy. I have no idea how, but Tommy has somehow managed to get surveillance everywhere there's been a sighting of the bastards.

Remind me to never piss him off.

I could take him.

Easy.

Nikolai and I make eye contact and I see that terrifying man that I fell for all over again.

The bloodlust in his eyes and want for the kill sends shivers down my spine, only this time we both carry the same look. The same excitement.

The house erupts with bustle as we all immediately start to get ready. I rush to the arms room, yes this manor has a fucking arms room, and start gathering everything I'd need. Or want. I grab hand guns, machine guns, AK-47s, my knives and a long, viscous looking blade. I stick it in the bag and turn to leave. I come face to chest with Nikolai and I look up to see him smirking down at me.

"A machete?" He asks.

"Might want to make some heads roll." I shrug. He laughs and steps to the side, smacking my ass as I go.

"That's my girl."

Tommy grabs all of the headsets and walkie-talkies as Nikolai speaks in Italian to different people because apparently he can do that sort of thing now.

"Since when do you speak Italian?"

He turns towards me.

"The guys that did that to you spoke Italian the whole time. I want them to repeat every fucking word they said while I make them suffer."

Psycho.

Hot.

Yeah.

I smirk back at him.

Guess it pays to have a scary, murderous husband.