Blood of Revenge

Chapter 21

So, Blayze is gone to another part of the country leaving me here with Jackson whose teaching me how to drive.

I think it's weird that I find driving harder than using a sniper.

And the weirder part was that Jackson had declared it thirteen times that I was giving him a heart-attack.

"In all my life," He said, getting out of the car that had nearly crashed into a garbage can, "I have never seen anyone drive the way you did."

I'd take that as a compliment. "How much life have you actually lived?"

"You learn a lot in twenty years...... well, thirteen if you skip the toddler years."

I rolled my eyes. "Sure."

My eyes slid to a café across the street and a sudden temptation of coffee rose within me. "Hey, want me to get you something from there." My finger pointed towards it.

Jackson looked over the open bonnet of the car and said exaggeratingly slowly, "Please... I could really use a cappuccino."

I nodded with a smile on my face and crossed the street while Jackson was busy repairing whatever I had done to the car.

The smell of cinnamon filled my nose just as I entered. The queue in front of me was long and I could help but feel frustrated.

"Hello, lovely lady."

I looked over my shoulder to find a blonde man standing behind me. His brown eyes sparkled a little as he grinned at me.

I ignored him completely, moving ahead.

"I didn't catch your name," he spoke up again.

"That's because I didn't throw it."

Laughter escaped his throat. "You certainly are something. I'm Eugene, by the way."

"And you're telling this to me because...?" I asked, paying for the two coffees in my hand.

"Just as a friendly gesture, so that you know that I am always at your disposal."

"Thanks, how gentlemanly of you," I gave him a sweet, innocent smile. "but there, right there, at the corner of the café is a dust bin. I think you can dispose yourself on your own. That doesn't take too much of an effort now does it."

With that I walked out, not bothering to look back. Men these days, always flirting with any girl in their radars.

I sighed and headed towards where Jackson stood. "Well, you took your sweet time."

"Yes, Yes I did."

*

Half of the paints Blayze bought for me were splattered here and there in one of the empty rooms of the mansion. I had initially decided to make it my gallery and had placed my stuff there but Talia had some of her own plans.

I wouldn't say the placed looked bad—rather like someone made an abstract painting on the walls.

But I was not taking the blame for this... even if Talia's goo-goo doll eyes were tempting enough for me to say otherwise.

I still had to go train with Jackson which was awfully tiring. By the end of the session, my shoulder was throbbing from the impact of the sniper and my legs were wobbly from the "dodge, aim and shoot" practice.

I missed Blayze.

Even though it had just been a day, I missed him. Especially the cocky remarks he'd throw on me every now and then.

Memories from yesterday night filled my mind and it was really hard to shove them out.

Collapsing on my bed, I just wished to have those strong pair of arms wrapped around me again. It made me forget my insecurities and I felt safe, protected.

I shoved my face into the pillow and groaned at the thoughts.

What was happening to me!?

All of a sudden, my phone rang.

Call me weird but either this phone can read my mind or Blayze can.

maybe it's the phone.

Definitely the phone.

"Hey Blayze," I said as I answered the call.

"I heard you fell face-flat during the training," was his reply.

"Yes, it IS a very beautiful day here too."

I heard him sigh on the other end. "Did you learn how to drive."

"By learning how to drive, you mean sending one of your cars to the workshop then yes, I did it very skilfully."

I could have sworn I heard his vein throbbing for a second.

"Its your fault you wanted me to learn how to drive."

"Well, I'm not going to be your driver for the rest of our lives."

Our lives.

"Uh, Talia over here wants to talk to you."

I shoved the phone towards the little girl's paint-covered ear who looked at me confused at first but when she heard Blayze, he constant chattering of how her day went started.

I heaved a long breath, blood rushing into my face.

God, please tell me what's wrong with me. This is crazy!

"Uncle Blayze, Auntie Astrid is turning red," Talia said.

After a second, she turned to me and said, "Uncle Blayze asked me to ask you if you were all right. Are you all right?"

"Uh-yeah-um-tired! I'm just tired... I'm going to go rest—yeah," I stuttered, hopefully making sense to the little girl as I walked into the bathroom, gently closing the door behind me.

Something tells me that this is going to be a LONG week.

And not just because Blayze isn't here.