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137 - Vengeance!

Author: Honey
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Consequences

John’s eyes were wide with a mix of shock and pure terror. The arrogance was gone, replaced by the raw, ugly fear I’d wanted to see. I watched as his face contorted with rage, the thin stream of blood from his nose a crimson stain against his pale skin. He looked at me, his eyes wide with a mix of shock and pure terror. I saw the fear, and a wave of grim satisfaction washed over me. This was what I had wanted. This was what he deserved. I wanted him to feel the same fear Rory had felt.

I advanced on him, and he stumbled back, his hands held up in a weak, defensive posture. “Get away from me, man!” he pleaded.

I laughed, a harsh, guttural sound. “No, John. Not yet. You’re going to listen to me.” I grabbed the front of his jersey, my fingers twisting the fabric. “You’re going to leave Rory alone. You’re not going to talk to her. You’re not going to look at her. You’re going to stay away from her, and you’re going to apologize.”

“I’m not apologizing to that…” he started, but
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