Poison: Retaliation

Poison: Retaliation

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"I've played god with so many people's lives. I had no right doing it. I wish I could go back in time and change what I have done, but I made a promise. I guess I know exactly how Phillip feels. That hate you have bottled up inside of you. You want revenge and you won't stop at anything until retaliation prevails." What happens when the only thing you've wanted for most of your life, was revenge? Poison witnessed the death of her brother during an organized street fight and by the side of his lifeless body, she swore she would avenge him. That was until her life was thrown off its axis, by the dark figure who had the same craving for revenge as she did.
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She didn't reply and I felt her finger move across my skin, lower, and almost all the way down my lower back. A shiver coursed through my body, strangely pleasant, and I felt her finger stop. "Your tattoos are beautiful," she said softly. Too close. She was too close. My pulse was hammering and I could feel her cool breath against my skin when she spoke, and my body was warm from having felt her. I couldn't reply. My breathing was light and shaken. I wanted to just turn around and pull her against me, or rather put her against a wall, so I could kiss her and feel her more properly against me. If she touched me again, I wasn't sure that I could keep myself from doing just that. "I'm going to take a shower," I said suddenly in an attempt to escape. She didn't stop me, so I took that opportunity to walk away. When I reached the bathroom, I took a deep breath to steady myself as well as my pulse. Closing the door behind me, I ran a hand through my hair. She truly was a nightmare. A bad boy's worst nightmare was a girl that made him want to be a good one.

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