Taboo: Bittersweet Revenge (Sequel)

The Renaissance

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(Noah's P.O.V.)

His grubby hands gripped my waist as we entered the dancefloor. His breath reeked of beer and his speech slurred. His touch felt so foreign to my skin, and I didn't like it. His brown eyes appeared hungry as he glanced towards me. And there was no temptation on my part, not by a long shot.

But I had to play the part. This asshole knows something I don't. He knows what the devil himself is planning. That devil being none other than Chris Argent. I cringe every time I think of that name from all the pain he put me through the past 3 years. Which is why I need to exact revenge. That night has left a whole in my heart for 3 whole years, and I'm past the point of healing.

All these years of intensive training in Montreal were finally through. Nakumora had taught me everything I needed to know, which is easier said than done, but nonetheless, I made it. But it's not like I gave up 3 good years of my life for nothing.

If anything, these past years have elevated me countless steps closer to my goal. Even if that meant forgetting about the Yale scholarship I worked so hard for, and disconnecting myself from my family all these years. There's no use for those things in my life. All I had left now, was hate.

But this hate will never leave me, this is part of me and it will never go away. Because it's hate and desire that burn through me. It ignites the fire inside me that will never be extinguish unless Argent pays for Heath's death!!

And one other person that I have failed to see in the past 3 years was Christian, as elusive as he was the first time we met, hasn't been seen since the day of the funeral. After that day, I never heard a word from him. Curiosity certainly never alluded me, I always wonder how Heath's death may have affected him.

It baffled me that he had just left without a trace, without a good bye. But then again, we're most likely different people than we we're all those years ago. Yet, I still worried about him, the fact that I had no idea if he was fine or what he was doing.

I worried about if there were someway that Argent's serum had affected him, whether it affects him right now as we speak or whether he actually was exposed to it or not. Wherever he may be, I still care about his wellbeing.....

His baretone voice snapped me out of my haze. "How's about we get out of here?" His loud Boston accent echoed over the loud music. He gave me a suggestive look and I wasn't buying it. I chuckled as I freed myself from his grip. "How about you buy me another drink?" I retorted. He chuckled lightly before he walked over to the bar and I soon followed.

He examined me up and down before resting on my chest. "Nice chain you got there..." He pointed out, refering to Heath's military chain. I gripped it tight and dared not to let go. This chain was the fuel to my fire. It kept me focused on my task at hand. And it gave me reassurance that he was looking over me like my guardian angel.

"Sleeve tattoos, that's real pretty..." He flirted while perving and caressing my bare left arm. I've always wanted tattoos so I got something meaningful, Heath's birth and death in scripture.

"You know, I'm celebrating tonight" he mentioned while sliding the bottle of beer towards me. I took a large sip and raised a brow. "Oh yeah? What are you celebrating?" I asked, even though I knew the answer full well.

"You could say I won the lottery if you know I mean." He arrogantly replied and I released a smirk as I took another sip of beer. "And you're just the way I want to celebrate, you got a nice round ass!" I paused and gave him a disgusted look. There is no way in hell he is getting what he wanted out of me.