Blood of Revenge

Chapter 16

Through the prayers I had been repeating, I could hear gun shots that rang in my ears and hit the walls of my mind, echoing till it hurt.

Suddenly, something grabbed my left leg and pulled me out harshly. I was jerked up into a standing position and turned around until one arm was around my neck and a gun was placed steadily on my right temple.

"Hiding like a little kitten, are we?" the man said, shoving the gun harder into my temple. "This isn't a playground sweet-heart, you shouldn't have come here but since you're already here... why not make you regret it."

I felt a burst of adrenaline flow through my body and decided to use it for my advantage as my heart raced faster than before.

"I won't regret making you regret that," I snapped back, "You called my 'little'."

With that I brought my head forward and swung it back, hitting the man's face. Blood dripped from his nose, down to his lips. He moved back a little to steady himself when I grabbed his forearm and twisted it hard, making him yelp a little.

"Why you little—" punch in his face. It made him topple over. Yes, I admit I have a gun but I'm so not using it. I have my own weapons—my hands and my legs.

I steady my position, making sure that there was no one around me who had a gun aimed at me. Thankfully, they were all too busy. Just then, a man rushed past me and grabbed the man in front of me by his neck.

I few seconds of holding my breath, I saw his neck loosen and droop.

Dead.

He was dead.

The man who saved me turned around... it was Jackson.

With his signature smile, he grabbed my hand and we made our way out of the...... what? Battle field?

I was pushed into the passenger seat of a car that stood far away from all the chaos. Jackson got in and drove off with the speed of light.

"Thank god, I got you out of there in time. I wouldn't want to lose my sis-in-law or my newly wedded brother to become a widower this quick."

I opened my mouth to say something that he wasn't going to like but then my mind be like 'You know what? Just forget it.'

"Where are you taking me?"

"Back home. Blayze's orders. And I'm not in a mood of dying."

"Hmm..."

I looked out of my window, leaving behind a field of madness, going to my...... dwelling.

No, not my home. It's still not worth being called that.

"Sorry," I muttered bluntly.

Jackson looked at me for a second with a raised brow and then back at the road. "What for?"

"I, um... you know, when I cut your shoulder with my dagger."

I heard a little chuckle escape his lips, making me give him a questioning look.

"You know," he started. "We're taught to live in pain, to survive it, to endure it, and to fight it. Yes, you're throw was strong enough to let the dagger slice my shoulder... and precise enough to let the dagger's pointed edge touch me rather than its handle. I felt the pain, but it didn't hurt much. We, to some point, become immune of this pain so it's really not a big deal. In fact, I think it was good. I mean, because of that little incident you have a home that does not look like a haunted house. You get extra amazing food that Molly makes. You can make friends here, which you obviously didn't have before. You can take brother's revenge and you won't be alone. You have a lovey-dovey relationship with your hubby. You—"