Taboo: Bittersweet Revenge (Sequel)

Blood Is The New Black

Christian's P.O.V

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A dry itch in my throat greets me the instant my eyes open from unconsciousness. I didn't need a reminder of how I ended up here. I knew exactly what happened, the question was why. I reposition my neck enough glance down at the gaping my wound on my side, the blood strained button up shirt did nothing to mask the wound either.

But when I look around, I'm able to take in my surroundings, no doubt left here to bleed. I hoped and prayed that this was all a dream, that I would wake up and find Noah by my side. But I also knew that was a far stretch. There had to be reason she can't remember anything in the past 4 years. I needed answers.

I applied further pressure to the wound hoping for the blood to stop, but it was no use. I slowly sat up from my position and found my back facing the stone wall for support. I pull my shirt off and rip it to act as bandages. One knife to the side is like a pinch to a mercenary. I've seen worse. One wound like this isn't enough to stop me.

I discard the unwanted materials of the shirt before wrapping my torso. With my shoulder heavily strapped and now my torso, it definitely made it harder to move. "How the mighty have fallen! The beast is finally in it's cage. Though I see nothing holds up you down for long", a voice echoes from the side of the cage. I was all too familiar with that voice.

"It's okay, it happens to the best of us, Mel Gibson, Ronda Rousey.......All part of the gig". The moment I see his face, all I wanted to do was rip his head from his shoulders, not for me, but for all he's done to Noah, whatever he done to her. "So much for home town advantage", he scoffed. But I wasn't interested in small talk.

"I'm already envisioning how this talk is going to play out. I tell you how your baby mama turned to the dark side, you threaten to kick my ass for it, I explain myself, a witty remark followed up by you, cheesy insult from the bad guy, you tell me where chip is".

"Why don't you open this cage and find out?". I couldn't hold back the sarcasm that seeped through my anger, though angry was an understatement compared to what I was feeling right now. What made me even more irate was his arrogant demeanor. "Cute. That's real cute. Wanna know what else I find cute? Red heads. Thing is, I can't do a damn thing about it yet. And that's not even my orders".

"See, Argent values his quality time with his daughter so much that he won't even allow me to go near her. But we all know how that's going. You of all people should understand the temptation. All you have to do is take one look at her to realize she's much more valuable alive than she is dead".

"Sure, I wanted to feel her gasping breath under my fingers the moment I had her trust, but where's the fun that? Besides the fact that she'd rather drink herself to death than trust me, no one would be there to see it all end. Between that, and Argent's orders, I figured they're more way to getting what I want. The way she was looking at me, she was begging for more than a kiss"...

"You know this cage won't hold me for long....", I threatened with a wide new crooked smile, enough for him to understand that I wasn't going down without a fight, or sarcasm. By now I felt veins popping out of me neck, I wanted nothing more than to break his god damn neck!

"I know that. But what good is making threats if you can't reach me?", he taunted, like a kid and the playground.

"Lets take a ride, Tomko. Let's take a trip down memory lane. We've had some fond memories over the years haven't we? My fondest memory was the sight of you waking up to that pretty face of yours rearranged by a hand grenade. I even left you a present, sweet little beauty mark on your eye that should've pulverized you face! But bro, where to begin!? November 12th, you and your entourage decide to crash my party without an invite to take something that didn't belong to you. And that got me thinking, 'maybe I should return that generous favor".