Blood of Revenge

Chapter 27

He clapped his hands.
One.
Two.
Three.

Blayze clenched his jaw, his grip on my hand tightened as if he expected someone to snatch me from him any minute.

His arm pulled me behind him, his chest raising and descending as he tried to control the anger that was on the verge of bursting out.

"What a nice coincidence, am I right? I get to kill both of you together," Eugene laughed roguishly. "Especially you, sweetheart. Don't know how you survived but I don't like making mistakes twice."

"Me neither," Blayze growled.

Eugene raised his brow, flipping his blonde hair behind his ear. "I see... did you like my present, Blayze? The little girl's body? It looked well crafted, didn't it... or should I say, well mutilated."

Blayze stayed silent; his jaw clenching so tight that I thought it'd snap. He never told me about Talia's body, I avoided talking about it too.

Eugene continued, "I still have one of her eyes, keeping it as a souvenir of the day when I won against your gang. I have to admit, her eyes were one of the prettiest I've ever seen. Makes me envy her......"

My stomach churned, wanting me to throw up as he continued. She didn't deserve this, didn't deserve her body being mutilated in such a heartless, pitiless way.

That had snapped Blayze's patience. He pulled out his gun and shot without aiming. It was too unexpected—even for me—as the bullet sliced through Eugene's forearm.

The distraction gave us enough time to run towards one of the parked cars, ducking behind them as I took out my gun as well. Sitting on each side in front of the wheels so they couldn't shoot us from beneath, I looked at Blayze whose eyes were full of rage, his vain pulsing on his temple as his face turned red with rage.

Within a second he turned and shot, returning behind the car as I followed his motion. He took out his phone mumbling something to the person on the other side while turning again to shoot at them. He was already successful in killing one of them.

Since he had his men in almost every corner of the world, it didn't take much time for them to reach. This distracted Eugene's small group of men, giving Blayze and I enough time to back away.

Shoving me behind one the trees, his useless attempt to keep me safe, he ordered, "Do not, under any circumstances, leave this place. You can not fight them, and I can't let them come close to you... not after the last time..."

With that, he left me here, just a few meters away from the mayhem.

I watched quietly, my guts already warning me to prepare myself for a throw up when I saw a girl, barely three-years old, run towards the havoc. Her curly auburn hair bounced as she skipped towards the danger, only making me pull her towards me.

"Hey, little girl. What are you doing here?" I tried to ask rather calmly.

"My daddy is there."

Shock panged me like thunder. This was how these kids' innocence was always destroyed. Taking her into my lap, I whispered, "Now, now. You can't go there or you'll get hurt. It's not safe there."

"But daddy—"

"Your daddy will be fine and come to you in a little while, okay."

But my sentence was soon broken down when Eugene yelled, "Alysa! Get away from that bitch—"

He never got to finish his sentence as Blayze shot him right in the head.

"DADDY!" the little girl, Alysa, screeched, getting out of my grasp, running towards the corpse of her dead father.

Eugene—a man who killed my niece and hurt me badly, was loved dearly by his daughter that she was in tears for him. It hurt, even me, as I sent a silent prayer for Eugene, to keep his family safe and happy after him.

But I prayed too late.

Just then, a sudden impact made Alysa fall back, a pull of red forming underneath her. One of Blayze's men had shot her dead, shot her twice.

My guts gave up on me as I threw up everything that I had in my stomach, until my insides hurt and I had nothing to puke out. Through this disturbing situation, my head started to feel heavy as I felt my arms weakening their hold onto the ground and I passed out.

*

I woke up with my head feeling heavy. Images of what happened hit me and a sudden urge of barfing returned. It felt like a knot was tied in my stomach as I tried to soothe it by rubbing my fingers down the center of my chest.

Slowly letting my eyes adjust to my surrounding, I realized that I was in the hotel room again and it was dawn.

To my surprise, Blayze was sleeping next to me. His ruffled hair falling on his face, covering his eyes. I couldn't help but lean in and place a soft kiss on his cheek.

To my surprise, he woke up, which was strange since the last time I had to wake him up I had to jump on the bed.

"How are you feeling?" he asked, his green orbs flashing with concern.

"Nauseous," I replied, feeling my stomach churn again.

Sitting up straight, he grabbed a glass of water and handed it to me with a medicine.

"Take this, it'll help you feel better."

I nodded, obliging to the instructions I was given. Gulping the medicine down with water, I raised my gaze towards Blayze who was staring at me intently.

Gulping down hard, I plucked up my courage to ask, "Why? Why did you let them kill that little girl?"

He sighed, rubbing his eyes from drowsiness. "It had to be done. She was Eugene's daughter, after all."

I turned red, angry at the ignorance of my husband.

"Even that little girl was better than you, me or any normal life living being of our age." I snapped at him which took him by surprise.

"Whatever it was, she shouldn't have come towards the danger."

"She was running towards her dad! Is that supposed to mean that if she was your daughter and ran into the danger for you, you wouldn't feel bad if she got hurt in the process."

He clenched his jaw, knowing how this conversation would end. It was wrong, maybe he couldn't see it, he was to blinded by the life he lived, but he had to realize that what happened there was wrong. It hurt me so bad to see another murder take place in front of me. I was holding her, if I could've held her a little more tightly, I would've been able to save her. But it's too late now, she was gone.

Blayze noticed my sickening facial expressions. He grabbed my forearm and with a light tug, he pulled me into his chest, pressing his nose into my head.

"I'm sorry. I guess...... I'll do something about it. Just don't be mad at me okay? I can't take that."

I couldn't help but give a sheepish smile. But then, "You'll do what exactly?"

He offered me a lazy smile. "We'll go and pay her our respect a week after her funeral. That's the most we can do, at least."

Oneweek later, he fulfilled his promise.
And I couldn't help but feel happy for the way he had started acting.