Blood of Revenge

Chapter 25

After some mouth-watering breakfast... I did nothing. Blayze got a phone call and had been ranting at the person on the other for the past half an hour.
Poor guy.

I just laid on the bed looking at my dear husband through the space between my feet after some alternate times. Other times I'd look outside through the window, just to meet tall buildings which stood firm and tall. They looked full of pride to me, arrogant vibes radiating through it. Yet, they were all grey and dull, they looked so sad.

My husband reminds me of the same. Such dark colors and expressions that always covered him, so cold and hard.

Then there were his eyes. Reminding me of the pastures of Spring which were ready for the blooming of the flowers, the lavish, old trees that provided shade to whoever needed it, the color of luck, the color of life, color of hope. His eyes told me so much about him that, at times, it would be hard to tell which one is the real Blayze—the one I saw through his face or the one I saw through his eyes.

His phone call ended and he snapped his head towards me as he ordered, "Get your jacket, we're going out."

"Where are we going?" I asked, shoving my arm through the jacket's sleeve.

"We had a meeting tomorrow but those jerks messed up the mission I gave them so we're going right now to meet them."

"It's a date then!"

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Why does every single country have so many forests?!

I mean, it's not like I'm against greenery and nature but don't these people know that many gang meetings take place where they are 'helping in the healing of the environment'?

I was told to take cover, since this was another gang that Blayze thought would be a good ally but judging from his rage, I guess it's the other way around.

Hiding behind the bushes close by, I saw three men in black stalk towards Blayze, each looking petrifying in their own way but none of them could beat Blayze.

Zoning out of their conversation, I shifted my focus to a squirrel climbing the bark of the tree close to me. God knows why, but I just wanted to get up and try to catch him like I was still a child.

But my thoughts were interrupted by gun shots and I cringed. I knew I should've been attentive.

Dragged out of my thoughts, I was quickly taken up and carried away bridal style.

"Blayze! What are you doing?"

"There after us. Take my gun out of my pocket and shoot at them."

So, I did. Hitting one on his leg, two still followed us. I really liked this position of shooting.

I mean, one, I wouldn't get shot because Blayze was practically acting as my shield and two, I don't have to run and since I'm out of shape for the past one month, I really needed someone to carry me.

"whatever you do, do not come out until I tell you to."

"What?" But before I could get an answer, the gun was snatched from my hand and I was thrown into a lake.

A cold, freezing lake.

Holding the breath, I was left to hold, I tried to concentrate on what I heard. Gun shots were heard, but from farther away.

And I was almost out of breath. Close to when I thought I was going to pass away in this lake and fish were going to get an awesome dinner, I was pulled out.