His Vengeance

Chapter 18

Shane

"She broke my fucking nose, Shane! And you're telling me you're not willing to do anything about it?!" I let out an exasperated sigh, turning my attention back to a visibly angry Sienna standing before my desk.

"You know better than to make me repeat myself. Now leave." Her glare intensified, and she stormed out of the room, forcefully slamming the door shut behind her.

I rose from my seat and walked over to the floor-to-ceiling window on the opposite side of the room, gazing out at the view. Today at the gym, I witnessed something unexpected from someone like Nicole Parish.

As my archenemy's daughter, I assumed she had undergone extensive training to be capable of what she did to Sienna. But there's something else about her that has piqued my curiosity during her time here.

She possesses an unyielding toughness and a badass attitude that I find infuriating. Sarcasm dominates her speech, another aspect that irks me. She's not as weak or fragile as I had anticipated. The torment Sienna subjected her to in the interrogation room should have broken her and made her vulnerable, but she's different.

She fights back even harder, refusing to let her guard down easily. I'll admit this begrudgingly: she's undeniably beautiful and incredibly attractive. I never expected my enemy's daughter to possess such allure until I first laid eyes on her.

But what truly captures my interest is the look in her eyes whenever we lock gazes. Our recent altercation was not intentional on my part, but I can't speak for her. Did she purposefully barge into my room, or was it a coincidence?

Regardless, during that brief moment, I noticed the color of her eyes up close. They possess a light brown hue with a golden tinge. As much as it pains me to admit it, I found myself momentarily entranced by her beautiful eyes.

There's something about them that momentarily makes me forget she's my enemy's daughter. Despite the jumble of conflicting emotions she manages to evoke within me, I must continue to despise her.

The look in her eyes yesterday caught me off guard entirely. She has done an exceptional job of building walls around herself and concealing her true feelings. However, her eyes betray everything.

She appears on the verge of breaking down, yet she somehow keeps herself composed. When she locked eyes with me while I reprimanded her, I detected fear and uncertainty. Despite her outward strength, her eyes revealed a different story.

Damn it, why am I thinking of her in this way? Why am I curious to unravel what lies behind her emotional barriers? I shouldn't allow myself to be consumed by curiosity. I barely know her, and I have no intention of getting to know her anytime soon.

Returning to my desk, I sifted through the stack of paperwork related to my mafia dealings. Nevertheless, the image of her eyes continued to replay in my mind.

Nicole Parish, get out of my head!

Nicole

After the gym session, Sofia and I had lunch with Cam and Jackson. I'm starting to feel a strong bond with these guys, and I consider them great friends.

During our meal, I couldn't help but notice the chemistry between Cam and Sofia. They exchanged stolen glances and their pinky fingers subtly intertwined when they thought no one was looking.

Cam is a genuinely good guy. I realized that from the moment I met him. His mesmerizing grey-blue eyes have the power to captivate any girl, except me, of course. Sofia seems oblivious to the connection they share, but I can't help but ship them together. They make a great couple.

Sitting on the couch in the living room, I admired the extravagant, high-priced artwork and wall hangings adorning the walls. I was about to head to my room when the devil himself appeared before me. He stared at me expressionlessly, and I met his gaze with a straight face.

"Be at the shooting range tomorrow after lunch," he commanded coldly before walking away.

I watched him go and scoffed. He knows exactly how to push someone's buttons with his bossy attitude.

The shooting range? Is he testing my shooting skills? Seriously?

Didn't they bother to go through my personal information and realize I've been handling guns since I turned 18?

It's baffling how they managed to abduct me without knowing the extensive training I've undergone over the past four years. This is child's play to me.

Well then, if they still want to test me, I'll gladly oblige. The more they challenge me, the more they'll be surprised.