Gifted Vengeance

Seven

I pulled on a simple black leather jacket over my red crop top. I grabbed my keys off the vanity and walked out towards the garage.

Damon had sent the their address already but I didn't need it seeing as they bulldozed over my old property to expand theirs. Jerks. They just had to make a statement. I opened the garage doors and climbed in my Rolls-Royce Sweptail.

Along the ride one thought kept bothering me. I have to make sure I don't become like them. I can't become evil. Sure I'm a bit vindictive, but I wouldn't go about it the wrong way. I won't use violence like they did. I'll use my mind and their own companies to ruin them.

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I pulled up to the giant white gates and stopped. Rolling down my window I saw a camera and a voice box along with a digital keypad.

I pushed the small button next to the voice box and waited. It took less than a minute for someone to reply.

"Name please?" Said the voice through the box.

I knew they were watching me through the camera, but that didn't mean the man knew who I was.

"Abrielle Kennedy." My voice was firm and calm. It was completely opposite to how I was feeling on the inside. My hands felt clammy as I rubbed them on my pants.

The gates opened without a sound and I pulled my car through. Now when I say it took over five minutes from the gate to get to the actual house I'm being a hundred percent serious. Who needs a drive way that long? I don't even have a drive way that long and I'm worth more than them all combined!

I hopped out of my ride and peered up at the mansion. Damon was standing there in a tight black shirt that showed off his muscles and dark blue jeans. Starring at me with his signature casual smirk.

I let out a whistle. "Damn went all out huh?" Nodding my head in the direction of the house while I made my way up the front steps.

"Maybe." He said then leaned in next to me as I got closer and whispered in my ear. "Or maybe I just wanted to impress the hot girls that show up?"

I gasp as a flashback of Damon kissing me took over.

"You're beautiful Arielle." Damon was leaning against me both hands blocking me from moving.

"I thought you hated me." Looking deep into his eyes I couldn't find any hatred or disdain for me. Only sadness and concern.

"I'm sorry." That's the last thing he said before his lips claimed mine in a possessive nature. My breathing stopped. I gripped his shirt and pulled him closer.

He shoved off the wall behind me and distanced himself from me. He shook his head and walked away.

I stood there leaning against the wall. My feet cemented to the ground. Reaching up I touch my sensitive lips still in shock.

Snapping out of the flashback I sent Damon a death glare. No I won't go fucking back to that. I won't let him fool me again. I'm not the same stupid and naïve girl that I once was. I'm stronger and smarter.

If Damon wants to play this way... game on.

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We walked into the front room and continued on all the way to the back. When we finally stopped we were in a huge kitchen that could fit probably fifty people without anyone bumping into each other.

The rest of the Elite were in here as well. I took a steady breath and watched everyone. Amber and Brittney were both sitting on stools by the island on their phones. Alec was eating food and throwing napkins at Courtney. Courtney was trying and failing to stop the napkins from hitting her. Straight ahead of me was Jordon.