Taboo: Bittersweet Revenge (Sequel)

Drunk in Love

Here's a photo of the stunning Jean Watts, playing Stephanie ❤☝

NOTE**

This chapter takes place right after "The Amazing Race" chapter, just to clear up any confusion.

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(Noah's P.O.V)

Opening yet another bottle top, I slug down a large gulp of beer, followed by a round of shots. Lenny, the bartender looks at me like I'm crazy, and I wouldn't blame him. I felt like I was going crazy. Ever since I woke in that hospital bed over a month ago, my body felt....different. No, it wasn't because I allegedly had a bullet lodged in my brain. It was how fast I recovered, how strong I felt.

All of a sudden I felt immense energy, I didn't know where it came from or how. But it was starting to make me lose my mind in a slow, methodical way. And what happened earlier today didn't help either. I was so eager to understand what happened to Heath, I was driven completely by instinct, which seemed to be replacing what emotion I had left.

I replayed the moment over and over in my head several times. But each time left me with more questions than I had before. When I came face to face with Christian Tomko, he dropped the gun the moment he saw me, which was the complete opposite of what Joey told me. Joey told me guy wanted me dead. If that was the case, why would he drop his gun at the sight of me? And why did he call me 'Noah'. Joey told me I changed my name a long time ago.

Styles had a hell of a lot of explaining to do. I was starting to question his reliability. That's why I deliberately missed my shot. There was more to this insane situation. I wanted to know more before did something I would regret. Besides, even if Christian did kill Heath, a simple gun isn't going to make things end. A bullet is too fast, and painless when shot right. But that's too easy. He doesn't deserve to die quickly, he deserves to suffer.

"Keep them shots coming, Lenny" I half yell at the bartender, Lenny. He smirks and puts down the shot glasses he was wiping. Me and Lenny were close, well, he provides me with a steady supply of alcohol so what the heck! Long story short, this bar has been my haven this past month. And I've become a regular, I guess you could say.

"The devil called, again, said he's looking for ya. He didn't sound too happy either" He speaks up, his thick 'Jersey' accent comes off as condescending.

"Liberace called, said he wants his clothes back." I smile innocently yet sarcastically, mocking his choice of wardrobe. "Mind your damn business, Lenny and pour me another drink, will ya?", I continued bitterly before he gave in to my command and poured another shot, all the sarcasm disappeared from my voice. I couldn't care less what he thought of me, or anybody in the damn bar for that matter. They don't know me, hell, I don't even know me.

I have been so lost this past month. I don't even know who I am anymore. That fact that I didn't know who to trust made it all that much harder. I needed to clear my head after today, and no doubt Styles could be pisses and angry that I didn't kill Christian. But I'm not doing this for Styles. I'm doing this for me, and me alone.

"Kid, you may wanna give him a call, he's losing his shit", Lenny warned again. I take a deep breath and chuckled, the fact that Styles thinks he controls me. If that's the way he thinks, he's got another thing coming.

"Lenny, you're from Jersey, right?". I sat up from my chair and turned to Lenny, clearly catching him off guard with my question.

"Yeah", he replied hesitantly.

"What part of Jersey you from?" I asked.

"South of the Hudson River, town called Hoboken", he replied.